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The Women in Blue Ch. 01

By: conanthe



Chapter One

The Beginning of a Surprising Summer Internship

When I graduated high school, rather than go immediately to college like many of my friends, I wanted to enlist in the USMC. This horrified my country club parents, even though my father had been a high ranking naval officer before he retired and took a very lucrative job with an investment bank. I told them I felt sheltered and inexperienced and I wanted some exposure to the real world. I also said that many of my friends were very immature and would most likely flunk out of college and I didn't want to end up like that. My father was quick to agree that most of my friends were losers, but he suggested an alternative way to gain some real world experience before making the decision to enlist.

My father seems to have 'Navy buddies' in all walks of life. He says he has been building up his network since before going to Annapolis, and he was careful to continuously cultivate relationships with other officers and noncoms. One of his former commanding officers had married into a wealthy family in the Pacific Northwest who ran one of the biggest logging, timber, and mill operations in the county. He said I could do a summer internship there, learn something about business, and get a lot of real world experience in a short time. Then we could talk again about my future in the fall. I told him okay.

A week later, I was on a plane to Seattle. Former Admiral Parker Patrick and his wife Polly met me at the airport in a well used but very well maintained Land Rover. They both smiled in surprise as they recognized me, as the last time they saw me I was 9. I was now 6' 2" and 200 lbs. They were both in their early 70's and I was immediately fearful of a summer of unrelenting boredom. They had deep tans and weathered faces from obvious exposure to the outdoors, but seemed hale and hearty and well maintained, like their vehicle. Polly was still a good looking woman, and she must have totally stopped traffic when she was younger. She had a glow about her that I found fascinating. We started the three hour drive to their estate, and I was struck by their lively attitude, varied interests, and engaging conversational style. After exchanging family anecdotes and pleasantries for 30 minutes or so, we made it through traffic to the outskirts of town and started climbing hills in some spectacularly beautiful countryside. 

Admiral Patrick settled into driving, and Polly Patrick settled into questioning me. "Connor?" she said. "Your dad tells me you are very bright, and you certainly got both of your parent's good looks." 

"Thank you. You are very kind." I replied. 

She turned toward the back seat and caught my eye and smiled. She looked rather pointedly down from my face and assessed my young body openly. "What kind of physical condition are you in dear?"

"Above average." I replied. "I played football both ways every year and ran track in the spring. Every day, I run at least 5 miles and do an hour of P90X. I recently learned to repel and free climb and I like doing that."

She smiled widely. "Good. We are trying to efficiently plan your time here. If you think you are up to it physically, the best way for you to learn the business is to spend a month with a logging crew, then a month at the sawmill, and then a month in the office learning operations and marketing. Are you up to that?"

"Yes I am." I replied strongly. My dad had taught me never to shrink from a challenge - give it your best and if it was meant to be it will work out. 

"Excellent!" She said. "You will stay at our house this weekend, and then a bunkhouse with the work crews during the week. On Fridays, you will come back to our house to fulfill your social obligations over the weekends, and then back to work and the bunkhouse each Monday. Do you have a girlfriend, Connor" she asked, as her eyes seemed linger on my body again.

"Yes, ma'am. I mean, I did, but she took off for summer school at Brown about three days after our high school graduation. She gave me a nice speech about how we both needed to grow and date other people."

"I suspect that is her loss dear, but it will definitely be your gain." She smiled even more warmly. "What else did you father tell you about us, dear?"

"Well" I replied, "He said you were very nice and accomplished people, but that you had your own ideas about philosophy and society. He said that if I really wanted some unsheltered real world experience I should just follow your directions and observe and learn during the summer, and not form any conclusions until the fall. He also said that anything that happened here outside of working hours was strictly private, and I should not discuss it with anyone, not even with him and Mom."

Admiral Parker laughed sharply from the front seat. "Well said." and smiled a knowing grin. "That sounds like excellent advice. When Polly mentioned your social obligations, that's what your father was talking about keeping private. Over the course of your stay here, we will introduce you to our philosophy and to some of our very closest and trusted friends, in the hope that you will learn to enjoy them and to trust them too."

Polly Parker turned and caught my eye again, looking directly at me. "One other thing I must ask you to respect, Connor, and all though it may seem unusual to you now it is part and parcel of our philosophy. You must promise me now that during your entire summer here, you will never, ever, masturbate, not even once. Nor will you have sex with anyone unless I am in the room with you."

My eyes must have gotten as big as saucers. I could not have been more surprised if she had turned into frog right before my eyes. She held my gaze, and smiled very warmly, and said "Just trust me, Connor. If you are having trouble and think you might be tempted to break that rule, talk to me before you do anything!'

I sat back in the seat and mind raced. What in the world had I gotten myself into? I suppose my fears about a boring summer were proving unfounded, but I was still pretty confused. I decided to go with my father's advice. "Yes Polly, I promise." 

She reached into the back seat and took my hand between hers. She looked directly into my eyes like a wise but still pretty hot grandmother, and said "I will do everything to make sure you are very glad you promised."

The Admiral laughed loudly again. "Believe me Connor, Polly can deliver on that!"

My mind was still racing as we drove on. Polly gave me a quick recitation of their basic societal ideas. Briefly, they thought it imperative that all the countries and peoples of the world unite as one before the inevitable first contact with another intelligent species, and all of their strategies and plans were focused on that. That was certainly big picture thinking! She said it might take many generations for that to happen, but there were things that we could start doing now to facilitate it. 

My mind went back to all the dinner table conversations my family had about politics and religion, and social norms. My thoughts were jarringly interrupted as Polly asked another one of those questions you never, ever expected to come out of her kindly grandmother mouth "Do you watch much porn, Connor?" 

She could see that I was stilled stunned, and she continued without waiting for my response. "Because we enjoy it occasionally, and in fact we even underwrite production of some as an efficient way to advance our philosophy!" She could see I was almost completely immobilized by that remark. She smiled like a Cheshire cat and asked, "Have you ever noticed that today there is so much more porn featuring black men and white women?"

"Yes", I said, "This spring I went to a fraternity party at the college where my older cousin goes. They had one room devoted to showing porn videos and it seemed like at least half the scenes were like that!"

She smiled again. "Well you can certainly understand the appealing photographic compositional aspects of the contrasting skin tones, and for some people, the excitement of breaking an old taboo. For years there were stereotypes of black people that they were less mentally developed than whites, more animal like, and thus more savage and powerful in their sexuality. Many of the porn films perpetuate this myth by portraying the black man as having a much larger penis, much greater sexual prowess and staying power, and a much greater ability to give orgasms than a white man."

That was certainly true of the films I saw. The basic plot was to show a white woman a black dick and she will come just from looking at it and then can't wait to stuff it into every orifice she has, enthusiastically doing things she has never done before and might never want to do with a white partner. 

Polly saw me thinking and continued, "But if you look at it statistically, the black guys used in those films with the huge penises are just as rare as white guys with big ones, plus they use some trick lenses and cast actresses with unusual proportions to emphasize the size of the black organs. That is not to say that some of us women don't just simply like the idea of a big black dick! She smiled at her husband and stuck out her tongue at him. "Slut" he muttered under his breath with a smile. She continued, "just as some men get unreasonably excited by huge breasts." She punched her husband in the shoulder and he grunted. 

I partially recovered from my shock. "So why would making these films help your philosophy?

She smiled again. "Because in the long run it makes white women more likely to try black partners, and it makes it more likely that mixed race babies will become the norm. And the more mixed the races are , the more all countries begin to look like each other demographically, and the more mixed and diverse the human gene pool becomes. Actually there may be some unintended consequences. Black guys with average to small endowments feel even worse, and may produce fewer babies. We might be mistakenly suppressing some important sex linked trait like mathematical genius that is linked to small penis size and dark skin. But we do look forward to the time that when you say the word race, people will only think of speed contests or the entire human race."

She saw my eyes were glazing over. "But let's not worry about that right now. During your social obligation time each week, you will be meeting people and learning some of the more immediate and frankly fun aspects of how we put our ideas into practice. "

And with that we turned off the main road onto what looked like a logging trail. It was gravel but very flat and smooth and wide enough for big trucks. We made several alternating left and right turns and I realized that it was like a maze. I found it hard to remember exactly which way we had come. The admiral said "We will teach you all the trails around here. They are laid out to confuse and delay people who we haven't invited." With that we passed through an opening in a stone wall. As I looked behind us, expecting a metal gate to close shut, I saw a section of stone wall emerge from the ground and lock into place. I could not even tell where the opening had been! We passed through two similar gates and then pulled up into a large paved driveway and caught a view of the house it approached. Their home looked like a cross between the Biltmore House and a Four Seasons hotel! But it by now was almost dark and hard to see. 

I just had to the one bag and carried it in through the front doors, which seemed about three stories tall. We walked to the kitchen where a large sandwich buffet was set, and we all made sandwiches and sat at the kitchen table. Polly began "We are going to call it a day early tonight because we start our Saturdays very early around here. After we finish eating I will take your by our nurses station for a quick blood test and physical exam. Then show you your room, which is the one that you will use all summer whenever you stay here. You have your own bath and exercise room, and study for your computer stuff. You are free to email and text message all your friends, but please tell them only that you are working on an internship in Seattle - no further details. And no pictures of the interior or exterior of our property - the security people will freak out,"

"There are some clothes already in your room for you - the company uniforms that the logging crews wear, in addition to gloves, boots, hats, raincoats and some tools. On Monday morning at six, Eddie Edgarsen, the logging boss, will pick you up in company pickup and you will then keep that vehicle to use to go back and forth between here and the bunkhouse. He will also give you a company phone that you should keep with you at all times, especially when you are out working with a logging crew."

"Tomorrow the landline phone in your room will ring with a wakeup call at six. We will have a quick breakfast here in this same kitchen, and then we will take a tour around the estate and introduce you to many of the folks who live and work here. Can you ride a horse? 

Again my dad had made sure I was trained well. "Yes. I can ride all day if need be."

She smiled and continued "We will take a long horseback ride around the place and I will show you some special spots. Then we will have nap time Saturday afternoon, because Saturday night we will have formal dinner at 8 and some late night entertainment afterwards." Soon we were all done and Polly led me to the nurse, a statuesque woman with flawless café au lait skin, an incredible hourglass figure and a very efficient manner. She took several vials of blood, scraped the inside of my cheek, and gave me a quick but thorough physical exam. The Polly returned and showed me to my room, which was on the first floor, but still a long way from the kitchen. She showed me where the light switches and curtain pulls were, then gave me a hug and a little kiss on the cheek, and disappeared.

I realized that I was exhausted from the jet lag, low humidity in the cabin of the aircraft, and some of the surprising turns in the conversation during the ride in the Range Rover. But trying to keep my routine, I set up my laptop and did an hour of P90X. I then took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and was soon out like a light. 

The wakeup call seemed to come only a few minutes later. I must have slept like a log! I pulled the curtain and looked at the weather. Conveniently, there was an outdoor thermometer right outside the window, which also offered a spectacular view of the sun just beginning to rise over what appeared to be virgin forest. I quickly selected my clothes, grabbed a sweater and wind breaker, then headed for the kitchen,

I was the first to arrive. The air was redolent with smell of bacon, toast, and eggs, which sounded great to me and my now growling stomach. There was also a tall and very shapely blond woman scrambling the eggs, who looked like the Icelandic Air stewardesses from TV. "Hello", she said. "You must be Connor. I am Edith Edgarsen" and she extended her hand. Her accent was 100% USA, but I still wanted to think of her as the exotic foreigner starring in my five second old fantasy.

"Yes" I said. "I am Connor Conyers, and I and I am very pleased to meet you, and not just because I am hungry. I took her hand and held it warmly. I guessed she was in her mid to upper twenties. From close up she looked even better - perfect skin, perfect teeth, beautiful blue green eyes, and a body like powerful and busty Las Vegas dancer, not a skinny model. "Are you related to Eddie Edgarsen?" I realized I was still holding her hand and sheepishly let it go. 

She smiled at my awkwardness. "Edgar is my half brother. I am the chef for the Patrick's, among other things." I noticed her grace and well balanced stance and inferred powerful legs - skiing, fencing, dance, martial arts, however she got the gracefulness, I thought it was wonderful. She in turn looked me up and down frankly. Are you really only 18?"

"Yes." I said. "And just barely that. I graduated from High School two weeks ago. When I was a Boy Scout I earned my cooking merit badge, but I only feel qualified to comment that everything smells great."

She smiled and moved towards me a little in the space between the kitchen island and the table. She was close enough that our knees were almost touching. I could feel her warmth and smell a subtle feminine fragrance. Not perfume, just a nice soap or shampoo plus her natural scent. "Everything?" She asked.

I must have blinked, maybe even gulped out loud. She giggled and looked down at me briefly, then went back to the stove. I realized that my little friend in my pants had betrayed my interest most graphically. She must have noticed, and seemed to be enjoying my discomfort. "What would you like?" she asked.

Now I really couldn't even inhale to answer. She looked at me directly with a big smile on her face and continued "I mean to eat." No sound emerged, and my face must have turned beet red, because the image that came to my mind had everything to do with her but nothing to do with food. "I mean for breakfast?" and she smiled even wider. She put one hand on her hip and jutted one foot out impatiently 

I tried to regain my composure and at least attempt a little repartee. "I am sure that anything you offered me would be wonderful!" I managed to get out, sounding almost natural.

She smiled and walked back toward the stove, her hips swaying a bit. "You're darn tootin' it would, kid!" She laughed, and put a warm and very full plate on the table, along with a big glass of fresh orange juice. "You need to clean your plate!" She asserted, "I can see that you are a growing boy and you will need your energy around here" her tone dripping with double entendre. 

I sat down at the table. She moved behind my chair, laid a hand on my shoulder, and leaned down close to my ear. I could feel her warm and wonderful breath on my neck. "Connor" she said softly, "when Polly offers you something to eat, you must jump right in and finish it off the best way you possibly can!" She gave my shoulder a squeeze and headed back to the stove. I could neither breathe nor eat right then, and I was suddenly so hard that I could not have stood up if there had been a fire in the kitchen. 

As if on cue, Polly walked in all smiles. "Good morning, all." She poured herself some juice, and Edith made her a smaller plate and put a small container of medications next to it. They shared a whispered bit of conversation with their heads close together, and then Polly gave her a little kiss on the cheek like she did me last night. The Admiral followed right after, with the same routine. 

The Admiral took me for a walk around the grounds, pointing out the natural limits of the property and many of the security features. He introduced me to the guards, the groundskeepers, and the maids. He showed me a map sketch of the property - it was thousands of acres. He showed me the garages and barns and storage sheds, and had me memorize the codes for the doors and gates, reminding me that they changed every week, and telling me the mnemonic to remember the progression He took me to the kennels, and let the dogs sniff me and get to know me. They were a mix of Malinois and Bouvier, and apparently roamed the property between midnight and six, and also were released if there was a security alert. 

We left the kennels and walked to the stables, where Polly stood with two nice looking quarter horses. The Admiral wished us a good ride, and Polly said let's hurry and go right now. But my father had taught me always to check my tack (and sailboat rigging, and airplane flight controls, and etc.) myself and be confident of everything before relying on them. I asked Polly to stop, and carefully checked my saddle and hers. Her cinch was not tight enough and there was a fold under her saddle blanket. I adjusted them, and she smiled. I realized I had just passed a test. We mounted up, and she waved to the Admiral who had been observing, and then led the way at an easy pace.


The Women in Blue Ch. 01



We started at the perimeter of what the admiral had shown me. She showed me the end of the running trails that marked the start of the riding paths. We rode around the perimeter for almost three hours, then took a trail and rode for about 30 minutes when she pointed out a set of rocks along the trail. There were two large ones, then a small one. She asked me "What would you guess that rock pattern means Connor?" 

The first thing that occurred to me was my Boy Scout Morse code. "G" I said. 

"Very good!" She exclaimed. That marks the path to our Grotto, or private swimming area. It is underground and is heated by a hot spring -- so it is warm year round. The area closest to the hot spring is very warm like a hot tub." She paused and looked at me sternly. "But it is nothing like the infamous Playboy Grotto where everyone swims naked." I was not sure what to say so I said nothing. She waited two beats like a Vegas comic and then delivered the punch line, "ours is much cleaner and safer and has better lighting". She giggled like a school girl. 

But I could see no path. I asked her and she said, "Work it like a puzzle. If you figure it out I will show you the way in there."

I looked slowly at the trees near the rocks. There were a dozen almost identical medium sized trees, then two tall ones and a short one, and then a small gap before the next dozen medium ones. I ducked my head under the short tree and urged my horse through the gap and found a smaller trail. She followed me and applauded, "Very good! She started down the path and I followed. 

I could not contain my curiosity. I had to ask her. "Polly did you really swim naked in the Playboy Grotto?' She laughed again. "Yes", she said. "But not for very long. Parker and I were much younger, and we were developing our philosophy, and that was supposed to be the forefront of enlightened sexual thinking and discussion. But it turned out to be a bunch of drunks who didn't shower enough." She sounded like a angry schoolmarm. "They even let people smoke down there, which not only stank, but anyone with even a basic knowledge of sexual physiology should know that closing down capillaries in the skin is the very last thing you want!"

We continued on for a few more minutes and through a series of turns around a hill. The path ended in a little meadow with grass and a flowing stream for the horses. We tied them to some trees and she lead the way under some bushes, past two large rocks and a small one, then we ducked into a cave opening. It was totally dark. I could not see a thing. She took my hand. "Follow the right hand wall" she said. "Right at the first two large stones, then immediately left after the small one." She moved my hand with hers and let me feel the stones. After we took the left and then the ceiling height rose way up above our heads and a light came on. "Motion detector" she said. She added "anyone that did not know the way would likely get hopelessly lost in the warren of dark cave passages down here."

There was a smell a little bit like ozone and ions after a thunderstorm and the feint sound of running water. There were several rocks scooped out and smoothed to make comfortable seats right near the entrance, which we sat in. It was a wondrous place. There seemed to me a natural movement of air from the small entrance we had used off toward the right where the ceiling was very high. Further off to my right, steam rose from what I took to be the hotter water closer to the spring. She unpacked some sandwiches from her knapsack, and some bottled water, and we ate our lunch. "We can't stay long!" she said. "We have miles to go and we have to be back for nap time. But you can look forward to some good times in here." She kissed my cheek again and started back out. "What kind of good times?" I asked. She stopped and very gently kissed me on the mouth. "Use your imagination, Connor."

The rest of the ride featured some fabulous mountain vistas, and two trails that lead to rivers for fishing, swimming or launching kayaks, and another trail that was the hidden escape route to another major highway. We rode for three more hours, but we barely saw a fraction of the huge estate. By the time we returned, I was already tired. We stabled the horses, and then walked back into the kitchen, which was now very warm. 

Edith was standing there in a super small black bikini, taking warm baked goods out of one of the three large ovens. Her blond hair was up in a bun and she had a fine sheen of perspiration on her skin, which only served to accentuate her perfect complexion and figure. My jaw must have dropped as I realized she had very fine white hair starting in the small of her back that swirled artfully and disappeared down into her bikini bottom, all the while seeming to graph the gradient, divergence, and curl of her amazing lower back and leading the way down to some even more spectacular territory. I gasped when I realized I had skipped my last five breaths.

When the oxygen finally revived my brain, I looked up to see a pretty, fit, and very petite dark haired, dark skinned woman in her forties staring at me. She alternated her eyes between my crotch and Edith's ass, wondering how long it would take me to realize I was pointing and leering. I already knew it but I just couldn't stop. I got this silly grin on my face that said I am powerless, and went back to staring at Edith's ass. I realized I might not be able to walk away, either. As they say in the Navy, I had a boner that a cat couldn't scratch!

She guffawed. "Well at least you've got good taste!" She stepped in between Edith and me to try break up the unfolding embarrassment and offered her hand to shake. Involuntarily I stepped up on my tiptoes as if trying to maneuver my crotch right into her hand. Also apparently involuntarily she reached her hand lower toward me and then stopped and gasped. "You are craftier than you look kiddo!" she laughed out loud and turned to the side, which avoided my hand but put her thigh in direct contact with Mr. Happy!

"Touché!" yelled Polly from the entrance to the kitchen. "And that will be game set and match!' The dark haired woman looked like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Sorry, Polly!" she said too loudly. 

Edith grinned and asked "Who gets to spank who here?

"I am not sure spanking would serve as a punishment at this point, right Dana?" Polly said. The dark haired woman almost swooned. Clearly Polly knew things that I did not. Very interesting things. Polly turned to me and said, "Conner, may I introduce Dana Driscoll, our social secretary, tennis coach, Pilates trainer, exercise physiologist, and all around bon vivant!" I moved my crotch away from her thigh and stammered "How do you do, Dana?"

Polly interrupted. "I suggest we all go on to something else. We will let Edith work her magic in the kitchen to prepare for our guests tonight and you two go your separate ways your good works to perform!" Her tone brooked no argument. 

I will see you all in the dining room at 8 sharp! Conner, there is a tux hanging in your closet. Please be certain to wear it to dinner. I will expect you to be on your best behavior, and to closely observe the evening's entertainment. You my find it interesting. Very interesting!" I began to wonder if Polly could read minds!

I changed my shoes and clothes and headed out the running trail to run off my frustration. I did 10 miles to make up for missing my run yesterday. I pushed myself to sprint the last mile, and then did an hour of P90X. I still felt frustrated, flushed but tired. I still had a few hours, so I set an alarm and slept for a while, then showered, shaved, and put on the tux, which fit perfectly. I headed toward the dining room.

There were people milling about in the big entryway. The Admiral and Polly were holding court, shaking hands and talking to the people as they filed in. Polly was dressed in shimmering blue gown and looked amazing. I noticed there were several other women in exactly the same dress, which was very unusual. Edith was there, in a red dress that looked exactly the same cut and style as Polly's, as were a few other women, and the rest of the women had similar but green dresses. I detected a pattern: the red dresses were women in their 20's, the green dresses were women in their 30's and 40's, and blue dresses were for women 50 or older. I was not sure what it meant, put the pattern was clear. All of the women looked stunning and were in great shape, whatever their age. All of the men also looked very fit, and wore almost identical black tuxedos. I looked more closely at the women's attire. They all had on stockings the same color as their dresses. The dresses had plunging necklines that clearly showed the women had skimpy pushup bras on underneath. The skirts were slit up the side so far that I began to doubt if the women had panties on at all. I looked carefully at several women, and become convinced that they had only garter belts holding up their stockings. The overall effect was as if the ladies of the junior league had decided to put on a fancy fundraiser, but it was sex club rather than a casino night. 

A waiter rang a small bell several times, and people began filing into the dining room. I saw that there were place cards on the table. I found my assigned seat, with Polly on one side and a very attractive woman in a green dress on the other. The waiters began serving the first course, and everyone began to eat and talk quietly. Polly touched my arm and said "When the final course is complete, I want you to come with me."

I was famished and finished my food quickly. Everyone else seemed to do the same thing. Soon the last course was cleared and everyone stood and I offered Polly my arm. She placed hers on it and we led a procession down a large central staircase. I did not know at that time where it led, but I would soon come to learn that it led not just to a physical place, but a whole new emotional reality. 

We reached a large hallway at the bottom of the staircase. There were a series of doors with place cards on them just like the ones on the dinner table. Polly stopped in front of one of the doors and I saw that her name and mine were the only ones posted. I opened the door for her and she stepped inside. After I walked in, she locked the door behind us. It was a small room, about 18 feet square with a high ceiling. There were two couches along the back wall on either side of the door. On the back of the door were hooks supporting clothes hangers. There were also two modern highly cushioned leather chaise lounges facing the front of the room, which seemed to be made of floor to ceiling glass that appeared completely opaque. Polly motioned for me to stand between the chaise lounges. 

She came over and kissed me on the lips gently and began removing my coat. She held it and motioned for me to continue. "Please remove all your clothing my dear." she said calmly. I stared at her like she was actually turning into a frog. She stared back. "Now dear!" she said firmly. I decided to do it. I held her gaze and stripped. She watched with interest. The cool room suddenly became warmer. 

I hung my clothes on the hanger behind the door and walked back in front of her. She stepped back from me and slipped her dress over her head. Underneath, she had on only a garter belt and hose, and a matching blue push up bra with the nipples cut out. She watched me closely as my eyes swept over her. She looked great. Better than Helen Mirren, and that's saying something. I saw her nipples get hard as I stared at them. I was captivated and then I stared even more openly at her crotch. It looked wonderful. She stood tall and proud and even moved her legs slight farther apart and tilted her pelvis up as I watched. Her outer lips peeked out of the trimmed pubic hair, looking pink and shiny. Suddenly the room almost spun and I experienced brief tunnel vision focused on the wonderful curves below her garter belt. My cock suddenly grew even harder than it had while watching Edith in her bikini. I was the biggest and hardest I had ever been in my life. She looked at it and smiled warmly and said "You are truly a good man, my dear."

She motioned for me to set on one chaise lounge facing the glass wall, and she sat on the other. She reached out and held my hand. She began to speak quietly and calmly to me. "Connor, do you know why the printing press was such an important invention? It allowed the widespread distribution of plays, which could be widely performed by theatre companies. Plays were the first efficient way to get lots of people to experience the same emotions at the same time. For many social and societal issues, emotions are the only way to influence the way people think."

"Think of what you are going to see tonight and many other nights as very highly charged and emotionally loaded plays. They are designed to rapidly communicate to you and stimulate your emotions and make you examine your values with regard to sexual desire, sexual behavior, romantic love, shame, dominance, submission, and procreation. We believe you have to see all these things in context and in proper relation to one another in order to be truly fulfilled and to behave in the most constructive way for our society to move forward. After the curtain goes down each night, you and I will talk about the emotions you felt during these plays. By working through those emotions, we hope to help you truly know yourself, and discover how you want your life and your society to work. But while the plays are unfolding, you must do your best to just watch."

I took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Before I could say anything, the glass in front of us became transparent, and the lights in our room dimmed. The lights on the other side of the glass came up brightly. I surmised that the glass was electochromic, changing from transparent to opaque when an electric current passed through it. From my memory of the layout of the hallway as we walked in, I concluded that all of the rooms faced a central stage, which was now visible through the glass. I also saw that all of the glass walls of each room were also effectively two way mirrors, as it appeared that the walls of the stage were all made of reflecting mirror material, even though I knew other people were watching the stage from inside those other rooms. 

A naked man walked into the room. He had olive skin, black hair, and was of average height but his muscles were well developed and defined, and I guessed he was an athlete with a very low body fat percentage. He had on a black mask that hid his face. His penis was of average length and girth, and was not the least bit erect. He stood with his arms crossed across his chest like he was defiant. A dark haired woman entered. Her beautiful face was Miss Universe material, and there was something else about her. Her eyes shone brightly and they moved quickly and decisively. She seemed to have some special quality I could not quite define. She was dressed in a conventional skirt and blouse. She began a slow dance and strip tease. She had long beautiful legs, and long beautiful hair and high firm perky breasts. She moved lithely and sensuously, and I was certainly responding to her. Her ass was a perfect heart shape. But the man on stage had no reaction at all. She was down to only her panties, and was clearly acting out great desire for the man. She fell to her knees and rubbed his penis with her long hair. No response. She moved even lower and kissed his testicles. No response. She stripped off her panties and spread her legs for him to see her. No response. She fingered herself until she was obviously wet, and then put her fingers right under his nose. No response. She acted out frustration, beating her fists on the floor. Then she crawled offstage, obviously sobbing. 

Another woman strutted in. She was blond, tall, with a supermodel face and thin figure and dressed in an expensive business suit. She did an elaborate strip tease that almost tied me in knots. She was a wet dream made real. But she got no response from the man in the mask. She knelt before him and licked his cock. No response. She went behind him and tongued his ass. No response. She turned around and held her small but well formed breasts out the audience. Her expression clearly asked what's wrong with these. They are wonderful I wanted to shout. She turned away and bent over, spreading her legs and holding her perfect ass cheeks apart. They were awesome. She pulled on her outer lips until they were red and a hanging down in silhouette. I found myself holding my mouth funny like I could reach out and taste them. But they elicited no response from the man in the mask. She then turned and made a derisive gesture at him, picked up her clothes and angrily strutted offstage. 

A third woman entered. She was short and young, with a nice but not super beautiful face and plain brown hair done up in twin pig tails. She was dressed in a school girl outfit with a white blouse, plaid skirt, and black boots. She clearly had huge breasts 44DD or maybe even 46. She stood in front of the man and began a slow strip tease. She took off her skirt and panties first, showing off a very hairy and bushy pubic area, and saving her big white underwire bra for last. She cupped her bra in her hands and offered her still covered breasts to the man. She smiled powerfully as if she was enjoying the attention. His cock twitched and began to grow. He took off his mask and put his hands out and pantomimed squeezing her breasts. She unhooked the bra but kept it up with her hands, and looked at the audience and then the man coyly. I couldn't wait for her to unleash those big teats and let them spill out of that bra. My cock twitched and stood straight up. Beside me, Polly made a snorting noise like Miss Piggy. 

The man on stage was now clearly worked up. His cock seemed to have grown twice as long and twice as thick. Without waiting for the woman to reveal her breasts, he grabbed her and tore the bra away. He roughly pawed her huge breasts, squeezing them savagely enough to leave red marks. She began breathing rapidly, and her giant breasts heaved up and down. He pushed her to her knees and began rubbing his cock on her breasts. If anything his cock grew even larger. He pinched her nipples hard enough to make her scream. Then he grabbed her head and forced his cock into her mouth. Her eyes went wide and her face turned red. You could hear her breath whistle through her nostrils as she struggled to get enough air. I was at the same time outraged and fascinated. 

He grabbed her two brown pigtails and began to methodically and mercilessly fuck her mouth. His eyes were closed and he was clearly working to maximize his pleasure and nothing else. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. Snot dripped from her nose. She gagged but he paid it no mind. But her pussy responded on its own and clear fluid also ran down her legs, and made a little wet spot on the floor under her. The man pushed further and further into her mouth. Suddenly she began sucking in time with his thrusts, her cheeks sinking in as she sucked hard when his cock almost left her mouth, as if she really wanted it back in? Her breath through her nose whistled even louder and faster. 

The man moved his feet closer to her, on either side of her shoulders. He tilted her head back so her throat was almost vertical, then stood up on tiptoe, turned 180 degrees around her and rammed his cock all the way down her throat. He thrust in and out faster and faster. The muscles in his legs and ass were sharply defined and pumping as he moved. His testicles were bouncing on her chin. The audience could actually see his cock moving inside her exposed white throat. He grunted and his legs shook. He was coming! He stopped moving and held his cock about halfway in and her cheeks pulsed as she apparently was sucking the come right out of him. You could see her throat move as she swallowed several times. I was still outraged but found myself wondering how great that must have felt for him. Then my outrage evaporated. I realized she loved it! As if to confirm my hypothesis, she moaned and several squirts of clear fluid emerged from her pussy. She opened her eyes and looked up at the man. He pumped in and out of her mouth a few more times and semen trickled out of both her nostrils and fell on either side of his cock. He groaned like it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. He stayed still, and she began to suck his cock gently to make sure there was nothing left inside. Her cheeks hollowed again, she swallowed one more time, and then opened her mouth and smacked her lips. She smiled up at the man and mouthed 'I love you" and then began earnestly sucking him again. 




The Women in Blue Ch. 01



Soon he was hard again, very hard. God so was I. He picked her up gently like she was a toy. Even though he was not a large man, he was very wiry and strong and she was a small woman. He held her in front of him, with her ass against his abdomen, then put his arms under her knees and spread her legs wide. Her pussy seemed to be about 5 feet from our window glass. Her lips were red and distended, poking through that incredibly lush brown bush, which was covered in her lubricant. My first thought was that this was a lot better arm workout than P90X! Then I had an almost overwhelming desire to bury my face in that bush and do my best to make her come. I leaned forward toward the glass and beside me Polly laughed softly. 

But soon the man's cock disappeared into her pussy, and he began using his arms to move her up and down on his cock. She was moving her abdominal muscles sinuously and clamping down on him with her pussy. Her lips were spread further apart by each thrust, and you could see her clitoris like a little pearl above her opening. I still wondered what it would feel like to lick that shiny little clit, and how much she would like it. The man must have had the same thought, and he used a hand to brush against it lightly. He had to be pretty strong to do that! Soon she came hard. And fluid shot out a foot or so! I had heard of women who squirt like that, and even had a discussion with some of my high school friends about whether the fluid was sexual lubricant or urine or both. But I found myself leaning toward the glass again and licking my lips, and I realized that if I was with this incredibly hot woman I wouldn't care. I would suck up everything she squirted and love it all!

The man's cock was now drenched in her juices, but still hard. He lifted her up a little higher and positioned it under her anus! She drew in a dramatically loud breath. He let her down slowly onto his cock. The visual through the window glass was now even more striking! Both sets of pussy lips were still red and puffy, but now her vaginal opening was just as red and glistening with her juice. Her rosy little anus was stretching to accommodate his cock. The long muscles on the inside of her thighs were visibly working to clamp down on his cock even as it stretched her. It took about twenty slow strokes until he seemed to get it all the way into her. He paused and kissed her neck and ears tenderly. She put both hands up behind her and caressed his face. 

Then the tenderness disappeared and he began to fiercely move her up and down, impaling her completely. She made little noises like she was bouncing up and down on a trampoline and it was knocking the breath out of her as she hit bottom each time. He was moving her up and down with his arms and thrusting up with his legs. She squirted again, and despite the unmistakable presence of a cock in her ass and very close to her pussy, I realized that I still wanted to give her big long lick! 

Suddenly she cried out and a little more juice squirted from her pussy and dribbled onto her ass and his cock. He grunted and pulled his cock out of her. It stood straight up and he shot semen up and all over her huge breasts. She reached up to rub it in, and spread it all over her chest. She turned her head up and they kissed again tenderly. He moved her up into his arms like he was carrying a bride over the threshold. They kissed again. Then the lights fell and the glass turned opaque. 

The lights came up to about half in our little room. Polly sat on the edge of her chaise lounge facing me like I was the patient and she was the therapist. Maybe that was very apt! She smiled and took my still hard dick in her hand gently. 'Let's talk" she said. I looked down at her hand and asked "Just talk?"

She laughed. "Lay back and close your eyes and tell me what the play made you think and feel. This way I have the situation well in hand and can get a good feel for your reactions!" She laughed at her own joke. "What did you think of the first woman you saw?"

"She was gorgeous!" I began. "Like a Miss Universe contestant. And she had a special quality, an awareness, a light in her eyes, something about her. I couldn't believe the guy didn't go crazy when she started to strip. I sure did. It made me ache when she tried so hard to get him to go for her. I wanted her!"

She smiled again and gave my penis a little squeeze. "Dana was right about you having good taste! Her name is Isabelle. She is an M.D. and she is one of the finest friends you could ever have. You are also very perceptive. That light in her eyes is because she has an IQ of at least 160 and may well be an empath. She can sometimes sense other people's emotions. Why do you think he rejected her?"

I began slowly. "At the time I couldn't see any reason. But after the whole act I can see it must have been her small breasts."

"You didn't notice they were small at first?" she asked.

"Well, I guess I did because I can still picture them perfectly in my mind's eye. But I did not classify them as small. I was thinking wonderful, beautiful, perky, high, kissable, and ...." 

She interrupted my crude attempt at poetry. "I get the picture Romeo" then continued, "what about the second woman?"

I pictured the second woman again. "She looked like a supermodel that just walked right out of Vogue or Sports Illustrated. When she first appeared, I thought there was no way anyone could not go for her. When she knelt down in front of him I was almost apoplectic. I was thinking no, no, no, no he is an idiot. Choose me! When she kissed his ass I felt betrayed."

She smiled again. "You certainly form attachments quickly. She is someone you will also meet, and also a wonderful friend. Now tell me about the third woman and what happened."

My cock twitched in her hand again. "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. The best porn in the world couldn't hold a candle to that for excitement! 

Polly smiled. "Haven't you ever heard it said that plays are much more compelling than movies, my dear?"

I thought a minute. "No. But I will never forget it now! I was surprised at how strongly I reacted to her big breasts. I also thought I was not a T guy and more of an &A guy. But now I am not so sure. When she held up that bra with her hands part of me wanted to shout take it off like in a strip club! 

"You and the Admiral, too" she snorted.

I continued "When the guy tore the bra off and grabbed her it was like rubbernecking a traffic accident. I didn't want to look but I couldn't look away. When I heard the sound of her breath whistling roughly through her nostrils, it went all the way to my spine! I wanted to protect her, but at the same time I really wanted to be the one doing it to her. When he grabbed her pigtails I almost lost it! When her pussy began to drip I wondered if it was some sort of involuntary response that she couldn't help. When I saw his cock moving in her throat I felt hot and cold shivers down my spine!"

"You really have some complex responses, my dear." She smiled again. "But basically emotionally sound. What did you feel next?"

My cock twitched again and Polly squeezed the base fairly hard. I continued "When he came in her throat I have to admit my first thought was how great it must feel to do that to her. I was excited and repulsed at the same time. Then when she swallowed and her pussy dripped so much I felt relief when I realized that she liked it! Like I didn't have to feel guilty if it got her off! And it obviously did. I felt sort of a joy to know she was okay! When she said she loved him I realized something very special was going on."

She stood up briefly and gave me long kiss on the lips. It felt wonderful! "Connor", she said "you are meeting and exceeding expectations, as the Admiral would say. And when he held her up with her legs open for all of us to see, you leaned toward the glass. What was going through you mind at that point?"

I felt my face and chest flush bright red but my cock swelled again. She smiled at me warmly. "Don't ever be embarrassed with me, Connor. Always tell me the truth and everything will work out fine."

I gave her the un-redacted version. "I wanted to bury my face in her hairy bush and make her come!" I almost yelled. "When he fucked her and she came again and squirted I felt joy! I don't know if was lubricant, or urine, or both, but I thought to myself that she was so hot I didn't care. I wanted to lick it all up!"

"Even though another man's cock was in her?" Polly asked with a rising tone. 

"Yes! I said. The truth was the truth. 

Polly sat next to me on the chaise and took my face in her hands. She kissed me fervently but then held my face like a beaming grandmother, not a lover. "You are a wonderful young man, Connor, and you have the potential to become a great man and a great friend. Now another question. If that last couple asked you in the future to join them and help make her come, would you do it?"

I considered that carefully. "I think so, if I felt like they both really wanted that."

She moved toward me intently. "What if I told you they wanted you to do that for them and you couldn't talk to them beforehand? Would you trust me enough to still be willing to do it? She looked at me seriously.

I considered that. "Yes" I concluded.

She paused again. "What if it was someone you had never met or seen before? Could you trust me enough to go ahead with what I asked?

I thought for a minute. "I guess I can't know for sure in advance. But so far trusting you has worked out okay."

She looked serious. "Connor, you are considered a novice trainee here, and initially I am your only trainer. You must trust me. So you will discuss these things only with me until I decide you have moved beyond novice status. But you should know now that all the women you saw dressed in blue tonight are teachers, too. And after you finish your novitiate work, they well all contribute to your training. You will learn to trust each of them as you do me. 

I asked her "Do you have a different role than all the others?"

"Sort of." She said. "I am the originator of most of our training methods, and the most experienced in them. I trained all of the other ladies in blue in our methods, so they consider me their mentor and supervisor. Each of us may train one novice at time, but we never have enough qualified candidates for that. Usually only 1 in 10 of the ladies in blue has a novice in training. And we also train the ladies in green and red so that they can become ladies in blue." 

She smiled wickedly. "But if you ever even think of calling me 'Mother Superior' I will turn you over my knee and paddle you myself."

I smiled broadly. "That might be fun! Could we ask Dana to watch?"

She smiled and got an expression of mock shock on her face. "Oh you are perceptive young man. But Dana would never be content to just watch! She will eventually become one of your teachers, but in your current low level of training, she might injure you!" 

I looked serious but mischievous. "Would it be worth it?" I said.

She smiled and incandescent smile and held my eyes with hers. She crawled up onto my chaise and began to kiss me. Deeply. Sweetly. She was nobody's grandmother right now.

She moved my arms above my head and had me grip the stylized headrest atop the chaise. I was surprised to find it actually had little thumbholes at just the right angle to make my arms completely comfortable. "No matter what happens", she said, "don't move your arms from where they are now."

She kissed me for a long time. I wondered about the other acts in the play. But the glass stayed opaque and I lost all track of time. She kissed my nipples. It drove me wild. She licked my abs and kissed by navel. My cock grew so hard it hurt. She kissed the tops of my thighs, behind my knees, if felt like she was everywhere. Then she kissed my ear and whispered "Don't hold back. Just let yourself go!" 

Her mouth descended on my cock and suddenly I was in another world. She varied pressure and suction, gentle and strong, lips and tongue, and a thousand things I still can't fully describe. She was an artist, a master, a wizard, a magician! She sucked me completely down her throat and used her tonsils and vocal cords on me, for all I know. She swirled her tongue clockwise and counterclockwise. She stuck it in my little slit. She licked my balls. Finally she began a relentless rhythm and soon I felt the tide begin to flow. 

She moved her mouth about halfway down my shaft and sucked strongly. It felt like I shot a pint! She sucked and swallowed and even hummed softly, taking it all, breathing loudly through her mouth. Then she sucked even more strongly! It felt like she was slurping the last bit of come up like a long string of spaghetti from my balls and out through my cock. It was better than anything I could ever imagine. She smacked her lips and then kissed me again strongly on the lips. There was a feint taste of salt and bitter blue cheese which I supposed was from my semen. 

She broke the kiss and said "My dear Connor you are truly a healthy, strapping young man! I might not need to take my vitamins for a week, and my skin will glow for even longer! But we need to get more fruit into your diet, especially pineapple. Now let's see if you have been taking your vitamins!"

She reached up to the sides of the headrest, outside my hands. I realized there was another set up handgrips molded there. With surprising strength, she moved up like a gymnast on a pommel horse and placed her pussy right over my mouth. Her knees were on either side of my head, and she held herself up with her legs and arms so I had to reach out for her with my tongue. 

My first thought was I had found still another ab, neck and shoulder exercise that beat the hell out P90X! My workouts paid handsome dividends as I tirelessly and lightly licked every square millimeter of her pussy and inner thighs. Her taste was indescribably both sweet and sour, and her fluid had a texture like aloevera juice. She let herself sink a little lower and I outlined her inner and outer lips and explored the entrance to her vagina. I licked all around her clit but never actually touched it. She began moving her hips to try to center it on my tongue and I teased her by avoiding it. 

But she trumped my play. Her amazingly powerful legs squeezed both sides of my head and immobilized it. She centered herself and her pussy lips over my mouth like bomb bay doors over a target. I surrendered myself to my appointed task and alternatively licked, flicked, sucked and bit her gently. She began to produce a fine stream of fluid which I greedily sucked up. Then her legs gripped me even harder and she shuddered. A squirt of even oilier juice jumped out of her and she gasped. Then another, and another. I was in frenzy much more wonderful than had ever I imagined when I leaned toward the glass during the show. I could feel her pussy muscles spasm strongly. 

She paused a moment and took a few deep breaths. "Oh Connor!" She said, "You are a very good boy. Let's see how good you can really be!"

Suddenly she moved down even more strongly on me and sealed her pussy onto my mouth like a vacuum grip vise! I stuck my tongue into her as far as I could and moved it around trying to touch every bit of the inside of her vagina. She ground her clit against my nose shamelessly, and came three more times. I swallowed the juice like nectar. 

She paused again and took quite a few deep breaths. So did I. "Connor my boy", she said still trying to catch her breath, "let's go for one more destination on our little tour!"

I was confused for a minute, but then her arms moved her body farther up toward the top of the chaise lounge and her ass squarely targeted my face. There was no teasing and no need to reach for her. She stuck her ass right on my face and rode me like a saddle on a horse. I adjusted the angle of my neck to maximize penetration, rolled my tongue up to stiffen it, and proceeded to fuck her ass with it and every ounce of strength I could muster. I was determined to outlast a70 year old woman, but her capacity for orgasm was amazing. I rolled my tongue around inside her like an epileptic snake, trying to touch every part of her ass. She came at least three more times, but I lost count. Finally she gave out a little squeak and rolled off of me, then lay beside me again. 

Her breath labored for a while, I could feel her heart pounding in her chest next to mine. Gradually it slowed down. She spoke first "Well you have certainly fulfilled your social obligations to me tonight young man! And you made me fall in love with you in the bargain!"

I answered without thinking. "I fell for you first, Polly."

I felt her tears on my cheek. Then suddenly she was all business again.

"Let's get dressed. It is after midnight and we have guests to show out. Tomorrow you can sleep as late as you like and there are no scheduled activities. But remember all next week, you are forbidden to masturbate or have sex until you can be here with me again." 

Sunday I slept very late. I got my workouts in, but the day went by in a blur. I had breakfast very early Monday morning and was waiting at six when the company pickup pulled up. 

I put my gear in the back and jumped into the passenger seat. The driver said "Hi I'm Eddie", and offered his hand. I took it before I glanced over at him. He had olive skin, black hair, and was of average height but through his flannel shirt it looked like his muscles were very well developed and defined. I must have done a double take. 

"Edgarsen?" I asked haltingly. "Yep", he said. "I am Edith's half brother. Welcome aboard. It should be an interesting month." 

I smiled. "You're darn tootin' it will, kiddo!"

He looked at me askance. "While you are at work, you should never discuss your social obligations with anyone, even me. All your communications should be with Polly here at the estate until she tells you differently. "

The first day at work was used for filling out forms, a mandatory safety course, a refresher CPR and first aid class, and a presentation on various climbing shoes, knots, axes, and saws. I threw myself into it and was determined to do well. 

But I was certain that much more than the average logger, I was really looking forward to the weekend!



The Women in Blue Ch. 02



After the basic employment forms, company orientation, and safety training, I reported to a climbing and cutting training class that filled up the rest of my first week on the job. The instructor, Buck, seemed to have it in for me. He made me repeat exercises over and over, relentlessly telling me to do something different. I already knew the most important principle: climb with your legs and do not overtax your arms, tiring them out too soon. Buck continuously told me I needed to get stronger, faster, and a lot smarter. When the class ended each day at 5 PM, I was so frustrated and tired that I simply ate supper, showered, fell into bed and went to sleep. I never had enough extra energy to even contemplate masturbation! It was like 'two a days' in football but even tougher. The bunkhouse was crowded and utilitarian but the bed was excellent. The food was nothing like at the estate, but there were plenty of eggs and fish for protein and lots of fresh vegetables and fruits. I loaded up on the fruit, especially pineapple, based on Polly's comments and drank gallons of spring water each day. I had some very vivid and active dreams, mostly featuring Edith and Dana, but never had time to daydream or pine about them. Each morning I was sore in places I didn't know I had, which my coaches and P90X manual had taught me was good, since I was achieving 'muscle confusion' and adding muscle fibers in new places, especially my legs from all the climbing. I now knew more about botany, tree anatomy and physiology, and forestry than I ever knew there was to know. And I had only scratched the surface.

By the time the Friday class broke up, I was anxious to head back to the estate. I waved to Eddie and I started up the company truck. He motioned for me to stop, and he walked over to the truck's window along with Buck the instructor. Buck said, "Hey kid, no hard feelings. Eddie here told me to try to wash you out and piss you off, but you came through okay!"

This made sense, and I said, "Well you did piss me off, but that made me more determined to pass the course!" He smiled. "Good. You did pass the course, and with full marks in every category. Next week you go out with a post survey crew! Good luck!" He walked back to the classroom. Eddie smiled and said "you were never really in danger of washing out. You actually were in better than average shape, and you learn pretty fast. I understand I'll see a lot more of you this weekend!" He smiled wickedly at me and headed back for his office. I did not know what he meant for sure, but I didn't give it much thought. I started the truck again and headed out for the estate, putting some music on the radio and singing along in very high spirits. 

I got through the maze of logging roads and gates based on the mnemonics the admiral had taught me, and arrived just as Edith was setting out dishes in a serving line for supper. It smelled great, but Edith looked and smelled even better! I grabbed her butt surreptitiously, and she actually left my hand there and pushed back against me for a second. Then she slapped my hand away playfully and said "Down boy! She smiled and pushed me toward the serving line. I loaded up a plate and joined Polly, the Admiral, Dana, the nurse, and several others I did not know at the table. Edith said, "Go ahead you guys! I am going to take desert out of the oven and then join you." 

I was certainly willing to dig in. The nurse spoke first. "Connor, after we finish the meal I want you to come with me to the clinic. I want to talk about one of your initial test results and talk about your diet, and I am sure you are experiencing some muscle soreness." I thought that sounded promising!

Polly chimed in, "After that please come directly to my study. We need to talk about what will happen tomorrow." That sounded very promising, too. Edith walked in and placed a big pineapple upside down cake on the table, and she and Polly shared a smirk. Edith said, "I am going to be very busy today and tomorrow. We have several couples arriving for overnight stays tonight and Saturday night, and some special meals to prepare, too." The conversation then revolved around the big doings Saturday night, including some apparently much anticipated plays that were to be performed. I had two pieces of cake, and Edith offered me a third. I declined, but said I thought I might be getting sweet on her. Polly and Dana giggled, Edith actually blushed. 

The nurse, Barbara, and I then went upstairs to the clinic. Barbara was really stacked and packed, with a wasp waist and full, expressive lips. Although she gave me a physical exam last week that I found a little stimulating, she had been pretty much all business. She motioned for me to sit down in the chair next to her, and pulled out a folder. She said all my blood work looked fine, except one of my readings was borderline low and it might indicate a slight vitamin deficiency. She gave me three sample pills to take. They were in an unlabeled container and looked like little grey blue trapezoids with a '50' embossed on them. She said take one with lunch tomorrow and another before dinner, then finally the third one at noon Sunday. She then told me to strip down to my underwear and climb up on the massage table in the treatment room and lie face down. It was big and up fairly high, with a cutout for my face so I could lie with my head straight down and still breathe. She put some massage oil on her hands and began working on my legs. She said most guys who went through the climbing class ended with some muscle cramps and she could help me work them out. Her hands were strong and I could tell the knots were melting away. She then did my back and shoulders, and I was very much looking forward to turning over, when she said, "Okay, go see Polly in her study." I was relaxed but a little disappointed. 

Polly had me sit on a couch. I was hoping for one of those custom chaise lounges. She looked at me sternly and asked if I had been keeping my promises while at the bunkhouse. I laughed and said yes, I had been so tired each night I just fell asleep. She said be sure to hold on until tomorrow night and then things might change. The she went into therapist mode. "Connor, do you remember how you felt when during the play last week you first watched Eddie shove his penis down his wife's throat? 

I looked up with a start. I had not been expecting that! "Yes. Like I shouldn't be watching but I couldn't look away. Like it shouldn't be making me excited and hard but it was."

She paused. "Do you remember, as a child, discovering your parents having sex? Tell me about it"

I reviewed it in my mind's eye. "I think I was six. I was asleep and something woke me up. I went to my parent's bedroom but they weren't there. I went downstairs and saw them in my father's study. They were both naked. My mother was on a chair and my father was behind her. I thought they were wrestling, but then I saw my father's penis. It was a lot bigger than mine and going in and out of my mother. It was that same feeling. I was embarrassed but I could not look away. My mind understood they were doing what I had seen the dogs do to make puppies, but it still made me feel all funny!" 

She said softly, "What's another time that you remember feeling that way?"

I thought back. "When I was about twelve, I was spending the week at my older cousin Tommy's house because my parents were traveling. He was sixteen. His parents went to a party in the neighborhood and left us alone in their house. We were supposed to watch TV or play Monopoly, but what we did was set up his dad's telescope on their balcony. But we didn't watch the stars. We looked in windows, starting with the big apartment building a few blocks away on a hill. We saw women changing clothes, we saw a woman lying on her bed naked, then we saw a man come in and get on top of her. We argued over whose turn it was to look through the telescope. Tommy took a long turn and searched each window in the entire building, finding nothing else interesting. He got bored and turned it over to me. I moved down to look at some of the houses closer to Tommy's house. I saw dogs in backyards, I saw a teenage girl smoking a cigarette behind a garage, and I saw a nice looking woman in a bikini swimming in her lighted pool. Then I saw a party in a back yard around a larger pool, with lots of people and little party torches and lanterns. I saw Tommy's mother dancing with a guy who was not Tommy's dad. Then I looked into the window of the house next door. It was a big second story picture window and the only window in the house that showed any lights on. I saw Tommy's dad looking through the window out to the party. Then an older man stood in the window too. They seemed to be arguing. The older man suddenly slapped Tommy's dad in the face! Tommy's dad fell to his knees. I started to tell Tommy but then the older man took out his penis and Tommy's dad took it in his mouth! I froze. I tried to act like I was not seeing anything! I watched as Tommy's dad moved his head all around and the older man grabbed it with his hands. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't look away! I did not want Tommy to see! But I had stayed focused in one place so long that Tommy got curious."

Tommy said it was his turn. I moved the scope 90 degrees hoping he wouldn't find that window again. But Tommy had seen where I pointed it, and he found the window quickly, and looked for a moment. Then he began to cry."

Polly looked troubled. "What happened after that?"

I sighed. Tommy's parents got divorced. Tommy's dad became a drunk."

Polly was silent for a long time. "How do you feel about it now?"

I had thought about it a lot. "It seemed so furtive, and no one wanted to talk about it. I'm still not sure. I don't know what really happened. Was Tommy's dad gay? Polly asked, "Maybe he was bi-sexual?" 

I considered that. "Well technically yes, if he really fathered Tommy. Of course I don't know if he really is Tommy's biological father, do I? Now that I think about it, how do gay people fit in with your unified world genetic philosophy?"

Polly paused. "That's complicated. Our first priority is to optimize the contents of the human gene pool. Clearly there is some genetic linkage to sexual behavior. Many gay people have incredible talent and genius and we want them have children and pass on their genes. The best information we can put together is that the genetic linkage to sexual orientation follows the old eighty-twenty rule of thumb, and then you have to take the socialization factor into account. Roughly 80% of males are genetically and physiologically bi-sexual, capable or responding to and performing with both sexes. The other 20% is roughly split into about 10% who are strongly oriented toward their same sex, and 10% strongly oriented toward the opposite sex. Socialization modulates these proportions a lot: during some historical periods and in some societies homosexual behavior was widely accepted, and in others periods and societies greatly discouraged. Actually there is a sexual divergence, too. I believe that 95% of women are capable of having satisfying sex with another woman and that less than 5% of women are highly resistant to having sex with men. Most of the resistance above that 5% group comes from socialization and/or bad early experiences with men. We really have two primary strategies; get everyone to reproduce no matter what their genetic predisposition toward sexual orientation, and let everyone raise their children in a stable family environment with a parent of the opposite sex, regardless of what sexual practices they need to make them happy. So for example we would have wanted Alan Turing to be able to have sex with men to satisfy his desires without guilt, but we also would have wanted him in a stable home and relationship with a woman with whom he would have some children."

I chuckled, having read a biography of Turing. "She would have to been some special kind of woman to manage that!"

"Their needs would have to overlap somewhat, and they would have to be open and committed enough to learn to accommodate each other. Meaning she would be okay with him having sex with men, and maybe join in, and he would agree to her having sex with other men, or other women, and maybe join in. In short both of them would have to be well trained!" She smiled knowingly. She looked at me for a long time. "Okay Connor that's enough for tonight. Go get some sleep."

Saturday I was up early and joined Polly for another ride. We toured another portion of the estate that we did not see last weekend. Then we doubled back to the grotto and swam for a while. Polly actually seemed to be teasing me, getting me excited but then shutting me down. The she said "just save all that energy for tonight! You are making your stage debut!" I tried to get her to tell me more but she said I would just have to wait and see what happened.

We went back to the estate for lunch. I took my vitamin pill. Then I did my five miles and an hour of P90X, set an alarm, and took a nap. I had major wood and dreams about chasing and then actually caching Polly in the grotto, and then on stage! 

When the alarm went off, I showered, put on my tux, and went down to the reception hall. I mingled with the guests, made small talk with the few I knew, and met a few new ones. 

The waiter began to ring the bell. Connor was seated next to Polly, and several other folks he had not met before. He tried to learn their names and faces. Once again Connor was famished and the meal was excellent. He tried to eat slowly and not wolf it down. He took his second vitamin pill. He listened to the conversations around him in sort of a detached state, while his mind tried to imagine what he would be asked to do on stage. 

When diner was completed, he followed the group down the staircase and found his name on a different room than the one he had been in on his first Saturday night. Alongside his were Polly, the admiral, and two others he did not recognize. 

But before he could enter the viewing room, Polly took his hand and showed Connor a passageway he had never seen before. "You are in the first act" she said. The passageway led to a door marked stage entrance. He knocked, and Edith opened the door dressed in the standard woman in red outfit. She looked so beautiful she took Connor's breath away. She smiled at Polly and took Connor by the hand and led him through the door. "Break a leg" Polly said as the door closed behind him. Backstage was a beehive of activity. People were scrambling in every direction, moving props and lights and carts of stuff. Edith led him to a door marked makeup and costume and gave him a little kiss on the check, and handed him a slip of paper. "Memorize your script kiddo!" she said. "I am looking forward to seeing your act!" Then she pushed him though the door.

My script was one sentence, and I had no lines. I froze for the 2 seconds it took to read it, then read it again to be sure it really said what I thought it did. I did not know how many people would be watching or who some of them were. It did not even tell me who else would be in the scene with me. But I was about to make my acting debut in of Polly's 'emotionally loaded' plays.

Two women in red, who I had never met before, pulled me into one of the dressing rooms. I learned that all the behind the scenes arrangements, sets, lighting, and so forth were handled by women in red. They told me to strip. They gave me pair of white tights and a white face mask like the Mexican wrestlers wear on TV. The tights looked a little like wrestling tights, too, except they had an elastic band around an opening in the front. I stepped into them. One of the women kneeled and adjusted the opening, pulling my cock and balls out so they were isolated and projecting out of the opening obscenely. She tightened the Velcro elastic strap around the base of my cock balls very tightly, while the second women rubbed me all over with oil that smelled faintly of coconut. I wondered what that tight elastic would do when I got erect. Apparently she wanted to check that too, as she smiled up at me seductively and used one hand to stroke my shaft. I immediately got very hard much more so than even last week. Maybe those vitamins were working! I also realized that as my swelling member strained against the elastic it worked like a one way valve, holding the blood in and sustaining my erection. The rubbing with oil excited me even more, and the coconut smell brought back strong memories of hot buttered teenage girls baking at the swimming pool. My erection grew and looked very red against the white fabric. The second women finished rubbing me with oil and knelt down next to the first woman a few inches from my crotch. She said "looks like it will work fine" and they both smiled.

They led me to a stage wing. While we waited there, each put a hand on my buttocks and spread my cheeks a little bit. One lightly probed my asshole with her finger. I got even harder and redder. We waited just offstage while one of the women looked at a small video monitor and held a pair of earphones up to her ear, and then whispered "Three, two, and one, go!" Onstage, the music that was my cue began to play. They both pinched my butt. I jumped out onto the stage and tried to get my bearings and find my mark.

Inside her viewing room, Polly was nervous. She thought Connor would do fine, but you never knew how someone would perform on stage until they actually did it. If he froze up or bolted, she would have to wash him out of novice program, and that would break her heart. The lights in her viewing room dimmed. The Admiral squeezed her hand. As the glass become transparent and the stage lights went up. She knew Connor's entrance would come just a few moments into the scene. She forced herself to breath until then.

On stage, she saw three couples sitting around a table obviously finishing a meal. They were talking and laughing. All three of the woman had on the standard green dress of the women in their forties, and all three of the men had on their black tuxedos. One of the women was a tall blonde with large breasts; next to her, her husband was a distinguished looking tall black man. Another woman was Asian, shapely and very pretty. Her husband was a short man; red headed with lots of freckles. At the end of the table was Sherry, the woman Polly knew that the scene had been designed for. She was a compact and very shapely woman only about five feet tall, with a glamorous face, short black hair, and skin so black it was almost blue. Her husband was large, tall, powerful looking man with blonde hair, very fair skin and light blue eyes. The meal was winding down. The couples pushed their plates away and looked like they were almost ready to get up and leave. But from offstage, what sounded like a small brass ensemble began to play the strains of 'happy birthday'. Most of the audience probably expected a waiter to come out with a cake, but Polly knew that something very different was about to happen.

A bright spotlight came on from above and focused on the petite black woman. She looked around like she was embarrassed at the attention, but she also smiled shyly as if she liked it. Her husband and the other couples applauded her, and moved their chairs over closer to her. Then she suddenly stood and slid her green dress up over her head and dropped it to the floor. She was totally naked underneath, no bra, no garter belt, and no stockings. She turned her chair toward the audience and then sat back down, putting her feet up on either side of the chair and completely exposing herself to the spotlight and to the audience. The actinic blue light made her the absolute center of attention, and brought out the fine blue undertones in her dark skin. Her nipples were hard, mostly black, but with little pink highlights. Her vaginal lips were mostly pink, but with varigated dark edges like petals of a red and black rose. Her chest heaved up and down. She was both completely excited and completely exposed. Her husband looked at her adoringly, amazed at how beautiful and sexy she was, and smiled.




The Women in Blue Ch. 02



Instead of a waiter with a cake, another figure came onto the stage and moved toward the woman. A second spotlight came up and the audience saw a tall and very young man in a white mask and white shorts. His penis was sticking out through the shorts; it was of average size but fully erect, red, and sticking up and out from his body. His balls were sticking out and thrust forward too. His muscles were well developed and defined and his body was also oiled, reflecting the stagelights strongly and highlighting his musculature. He stopped and stood about 3 feet from the woman, towering over her. He turned his body at an angle so he was facing the woman but not blocking her from the audience's view. He spread his feet apart slightly more than the width of his shoulders and crouched down, putting great tension on his legs, and aiming his angry ejection right at the petite black woman. The two spotlights merged together illuminating them both, and some other lights came on and shown up from the floor toward the ceiling.

Connor felt like a zombie as he walked on stage. He remembered his very brief script: 'When happy birthday begins playing, walk to the woman in the spotlight and plant your feet on the marks on the stage. Then jack off as rapidly as you can and aim for her face and breasts'. He was worried that he could maintain an erection, that he could come at all, and that he could shoot far enough to reach her from where he stood. He barely noticed the other couples, but he figured the man next to her was her husband. Could he perform even with her husband there? He remembered Polly's advice to trust her, and decide to give it his best. 

Polly's heart was in her mouth as Connor reached down for his penis. She desperately wanted him to do well both for him and for Sherry. This scene could be the experience that helped Sherry through one of her final blocks, and let her move on to become a woman in blue. And it could also confirm her estimation that Connor could move forward more rapidly in his training too, perhaps faster than any student she had ever instructed. 

Connor looked more closely at the woman that was his target. Her skin shown black with blue highlights like a character in a surreal science fiction fantasy entitled 'Sex Goddess 2900 AD.' Her deep brown eyes were wide and excited, and clearly focused on him. Her nipples were so hard that they looked like little black lumps of coal shot through with pink inclusions. Her chest heaved up and down and her abdominal muscles rippled. Her legs were shaking slightly, and the long corded muscles that ran along her inner thighs up to her knees were prominent. He was suddenly overcome by how beautiful and hot she looked. Every other thought left his mind as he felt joy and realized he could best please her by showing her how exciting she was. He began to stroke his cock rapidly.

Polly held her breath as she watched Connor stroke himself faster and faster and crouch a little lower. He began to breathe faster and sway slightly back and forth toward the woman. The muscles in his chest and abdomen and thighs tensed and jerked like he was shivering.

Connor realized he was about to come. He willed his aim to be true and visualized hitting the woman's face. He felt has balls tighten and his legs spasm and suddenly the first stream of come leapt from his cock at a 45 degree angle to the floor. The initial part of his stream went over the woman's head by three feet and was spectacularly illuminated by the lights coming up from the floor. But the rest of the bright white stream fell right across her face and hair, in incredible contrast to her dark skin. His second and third shots hit both her breasts. His last three shots fell right across her face and mouth. She opened her mouth wide like someone catching a thrown peanut and tasted it and ran her tongue over her lips. 

Polly exhaled as Connor's incredible ejaculation soared in the lights and dropped on Sherry's hair and face. Sherry smiled beatifically like a beautiful woman catching warm summer raindrops on her face, and her pussy gushed a little. He shot again and again, with volume and placement better than the stage managers had even dared to hope. Polly's heart leapt. She saw Sherry's excitement and joy and her husband's acceptance of it and knew they had made the breakthrough they needed. Connor dropped his hand from his penis and stood breathing very rapidly. His penis was still fully erect and but now he stood tall with his chest muscles pumped up and heaving and his shoulders thrown back, like a victorious gladiator. The lights dropped down and the stage went black. The glass in Polly's viewing room went opaque.

The lights came on low backstage and the ladies in red rushed in to clean things up and begin moving sets for the next act. Connor's two handlers grabbed him by the arm and steered him back to the dressing room. They closed the door behind him at had him stand in the middle of the room. One woman stood up and undid the Velcro back straps of the wrestling mask and took it off, the other kneeled and released his still erect cock from the strapping and the tights. She grinned at him "Sorry I had to strap your gun so tight there. But it sure worked. It looked great on stage." Connor blushed. "I might have to kiss it to make it better!" She batted her eyelashes at him like she had before. His dick still felt as hard as glass! They both began using towels with cold cream and some sort of soap to remove the oil from his body. The standing woman said "Great shooting!" and they both guffawed. "You did us proud. You now hold the unofficial record for long range bombing on our stage!"

It took them several minutes to work the oil off his body. It felt like a standup massage, and it felt good. He saw his tux hanging on a rack nearby. They finished with the cold cream and both gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "Into the shower you go and wash and rinse twice to be sure you get everything off your skin. Edith will be here in a few minutes to escort you back to a viewing room. We have to go prepare another star for the spotlight." And with that they rushed out the door.

Connor adjusted the shower controls and stepped in. It felt great to get clean, and his skin grew flushed and red from the hot water. He was almost through with his second wash cycle when Edith's voice surprised him. "Hi Sailor!" she said seductively. She was leaning against the edge of the open shower stall with one hip shot out suggestively and looking him up and down unabashedly. She had on her lady in red dress, and her face was flushed and she looked even more incredible than he remembered. With her hip shot out the slit in her skirt was held open and Connor could see all the way up to where the garter belt attached to the top of her stockings. He resolved not to let her rattle him so much, and to hold up his end of the repartee, but he also realized he was holding his mouth funny again. 

She smiled like a wolf. "We don't have reviews of our plays, but if we did they would probably mention your soaring performance and outstanding range." She laughed heartily He finished washing and began to rinse off. "Seriously, Connor" she continued, "you did great. I know Polly will be proud of you and I could tell that Sherry was captivated!" 

Connor was trying to reassert himself a bit with Edith. He finished rinsing and turned off the shower. He faced her directly. He put his hands on his hips as jauntily as he could manage, and expanded his chest muscles. She couldn't help but stare at him. "Who is Sherry?" he asked. 

She looked a little uneasy. "Your costar. But I really should let Polly tell you about it." She continued to stare at him as the seconds ticked by.

He finally spoke, "Could you hand me the towel? She startled, and suddenly realized she was staring. She sheepishly handed the towel to him. He began drying his hair, but kept himself uncovered. He twisted his arms and hips left and right in scrubbing motion and hoped she was watching other things move. She was, but she was staring at his abs, not his crotch. She licked her lips while he could not see.

He wanted to share his experience with her, "I could not believe how beautiful she was! When I first heard my cue, I was worried about not being able to stay hard, to get off, or not being able to shoot that far. But she was so damn hot all I could think about was that the best way to show her I thought she was exciting was to hit the target. I focused on her amazing black nipples and the little red and black petals of her labia, and everything just worked out great after that!

"Can I tell Sherry that? She asked. "Sure." he responded immediately. Truth was truth.

She was nervous enough to talk a little more than perhaps she should have. "You really do have good taste, Connor. She is one of the most amazing looking women anywhere, and Polly says she is an incredible person, too. And her husband Dick is quite a physical specimen himself." She giggled.

Connor laughed. "He looks like an NFL linebacker and she looks like a tiny delicate black china doll. He must be 6' 4" and she can't be over 5 feet. And he is so pink and she is so black."

Edith held her tongue to her upper teeth and visualized the contrast between the two, and she realized that Connor didn't know the half of it.

"I'll let Polly tell you more if she chooses to. But I just wanted to tell you I found your performance..." she paused for effect, "... promising!" Connor was almost dressed by this time. He realized that Edith was still winning the repartee exchange.

She looked at the clock on the wall. 'Let's go. Polly wanted me to keep you here a few minutes until she finished her counseling session with Sherry and Dick." 

They walked out the stage door and back toward the entrances of the viewing rooms. He realized that the names he had not recognized before on the door were Sherry and Dick. What was the proper etiquette for meeting a guy when you had just shot your wad on his wife in front of an audience?

Edith opened the door to the viewing room and Connor saw Polly and the Admiral, and Sherry and Dick. This viewing room and no couches or clothes hangers, and none of the fancy leather custom chaise lounges, just big comfortable leather chairs facing the glass. Edith walked over to Sherry and began whispering in her ear. 

The admiral gave Connor a bear hug. "Well done my boy! The Navy would give you full marks for gunnery!" 

Polly grabbed him and kissed his neck. "I am so proud of you! You were magnificent! And you did a real service for Sherry and Dick!" she said. 

Sherry walked over and smiled warmly. She grabbed his shoulders and looked him right in the eyes, "Thank you. It was even better than in my fantasy!" She then joined the Admiral, Polly, and Edith in one corner of the room, leaving him and Dick in the other. 

He looked at Dick nervously. Dick offered his hand and Connor shook it. Dick spoke first, "I wanted to thank you myself. Sherry was so caught up in the excitement that she was free to let herself go and really experience her fantasy. It gave me great joy to watch her be so thrilled."

Connor saw the three women and the admiral sit down as a group in one set of chairs and begin an animated but quiet discussion, while he and Dick remained on the other side of the room. He still felt sheepish, but he realized Dick shared his enthusiasm for Sherry and pleasing her, and he focused on that "When I read my script I couldn't believe what I was supposed to do. I was worried I wouldn't be able to stay hard, wouldn't be able to come, and wouldn't be able to shoot that far. I was doubly nervous when I saw you and realized you were her husband. But I trusted Polly, and Sherry was so beautiful and so exciting that I just wanted to let her know she was wonderful, and suddenly I was shooting on her!" He realized he was talking like they were two guys that were fans of the same sports team! Maybe that was an accurate analogy. 

Dick replied in the same spirit, "She has had that fantasy of a really young guy coming on her for years, but never told anyone. During our training with Polly, she was advised that she had to get all her fantasies out in the open and deal with them, but she was embarrassed to tell me about it. Polly had told me that it was just one of her 'kinks' that needed to be understood, and that I should understand since I had worked through several of my own. She was sure right about that! I told Sherry I wanted her to enjoy it. Polly told her it had to be done in public to really get it out and set her free, and it worked! I could not believe how hard her nipples got when you crouched down in front of her. I knew she was at maximum excitement. Did you know she had a massive orgasm when your first shot hit her?"

Connor laughed in genuine delight, and spoke with unbridled enthusiasm before he thought about it. "No, but I almost had came too soon when I saw her pussy lips! Those incredible little pink and black rose petals almost hypnotized me!" 

Dick slapped him on the back "No kidding! Sometimes I get so caught up in them that she wants me to move on to something else, but I could play with them all night!"

Connor realized they were like football fans reliving a big win! Which he supposed really did describe the situation. They were both big fans of Sherry, and if she got excited and was fulfilled that was a win. He realized how much he had already changed. Three weeks ago he could not have even conceived of being in this situation. Much less meeting the husband and liking him! Now he was reliving the experience with him and they both were enjoying it! Connor realized he felt a strong bond with Dick, one he had never experienced before. But part of him still wished he could just spend more time with Sherry! 

Polly walked over to him and Dick walked back the other group. Polly motioned for him to sit down with her. "Let's go over how all this made you feel and what it means" she said. 

Connor smiled at Polly and leered at her a little and said "Are there any leather chaise lounges in this room? She chortled and punched his arm. "Aren't you a sweet little devil! But seriously let's do the work. Tell me about your experience while it is fresh." 

Connor thought back to the moment the script was first handed to him. "When I saw the script I was excited but anxious. Could I perform? Could I come? Could I shoot that far? When I went out on stage I went blank and all I thought of was finding my mark. Then I looked up and saw Sherry in that spotlight! At first I didn't believe she was real! It was like an artist could draw someone that amazing, but all those incredible features would never come together in a single real person. Then when I realized she was real and there and so close to me, I forgot everything else and just focused on her!

Polly asked "Like when you leaned toward the glass in the first play you saw?"

"Sort of, but I knew I couldn't actually make her come from three feet away. But I wanted to let her know how incredibly exciting she was, and I thought the best way to do that was shoot the strongest I could and hit her! The every part of me wanted to just cover her up with my juice, and then it just happened!"

"Sherry told us she really did come when your ejaculation touched her! She was in heaven! Her fantasy was totally fulfilled!" she looked at me with obvious pride.

Connor smiled. "That's what Dick told me! He said he could tell she was at maximum excitement, and then that sent her over the edge! He said it made him so happy to see it."

Polly smiled like a proud teacher of a successful student. "Dick has come so far! He is an amazing man. I hope you and Sherry and Dick can become trusting friends! And since he is sharing with you at that level of trust so soon, I guess I don't need to worry about you guys throwing punches at each other in the viewing room?"

Connor replied enthusiastically. "That's what I find most amazing! We were happily reliving me coming on Sherry like a couple of football fans telling stories about a big game that our team won! I thought about that analogy, and I think it is apt. We are both fans of Sherry, and if she gets off, it's like a touchdown for our side!"

Polly could not contain herself. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged him so strongly I almost could not inhale. "Oh, Connor! You are truly an amazing young man! You have come so far so fast! She paused, and I could see the wheels turning rapidly in her head. It was the same expression my football coach used to get when he thought we could go for it on fourth down and win the game. Polly finally spoke "Are you willing to take a risk to move forward even faster?"

Connor thought. "I'm not sure. What is the risk and what is the return?"

She smiled. "That is the key question, isn't it? The return is that I think you can skip the next several few weeks' worth of object lessons and replace them with just one long and hard one, this weekend. The question is can you really trust me enough to put yourself out there? And do really feel you can completely give Sherry the same trust you give me?

There was something she was not telling me. "What else?" I asked. She gulped.

She continued. "Dick is the wild card here. I know you could devote yourself to pleasing Sherry, and she is perfectly capable of training you. Do you think you can be completely open with Dick? Further, can you and Dick work as a team?"

I thought slowly and carefully. I was certainly surprised at how Dick had seemed so open and friendly with me. He must have what my coaches would have called 'solid and unshakeable self respect'. I never would have believed it just a week ago. I wondered what his 'kinks' were, and how well he has worked though them. What effect would they have on me? I asked Polly.

She looked at me seriously. "Dick has no confidence problems at all, that has never been a challenge for him, but he has had to work very hard on humility and sensitivity. Did Dick mention his kinks to you?

"In passing." I said. "He said that he had encouraged Sherry to be open about her last kink, since he certainly had worked through some. He was proud she revealed this last one and enjoyed it. Has he worked through his?"

"He certainly has! She said. "And he has put them all on the table with Sherry and she has accepted them. That is really one of the key concepts of our philosophy. That each member of a partnership has to be completely honest about their sexual 'kinks" and they have to work through and make sure they can trust each other enough so that each gets what they really need! If this were all in a book, you would now be skipping through about 4 chapters in one session. It took Sherry and Dick several years to work through all their kinks and figure out how to satisfy them in a way they could both accept. We are gambling that they can be open enough with you to communicate all of their work in a few hours, and that all of you can trust each other enough to figure out how to satisfy each of you. Because it is not just enough for you to simply accommodate their kinks! You have to learn how embrace them fully and take true joy in them. And they have to do the same with yours. I think you have a good heart and an adventurous soul and that you can work with them. And I am also betting that they can accept any kinks you may have. The real problem may come later tonight when you almost certainly will discover some kinks you didn't know you had, and the challenge is in how quickly you can accept and own them, tell Sherry and Dick about them openly, and work through them."

I was silent for several minutes. I reached a conclusion. "I think you have to confront these things when you have the chance. If I delay discovering them, I am just prolonging my ignorance and not making any progress at all. In this case going slow is not caution, it is cowardice. One of my father's favorite sayings is that 'A brave man dies but once, but a coward dies a thousand times' and I think that applies here. So let's go for it!




The Women in Blue Ch. 02



She managed to look both proud and apprehensive all at once. She gave me another strong hug and she actually shivered a little. "OK" she said. "In a few minutes we are all going to watch one more short play. It will give you some things to think about, and they may very well apply to your challenges. Then I will give the three of you your instructions for the rest of the weekend." Polly motioned to the admiral and to Edith. Edith came over and sat on one side of me and Polly sat on the other. Both women put their arms around my shoulders protectively. The Admiral sat with Sherry and Dick and began speaking to them in hushed tones.

Edith leaned over and spoke in Connor's ear. "Connor, do you know the real measure of a man?" I made no answer, and she continued, "It's not how big or tall he is, or how strong, or how good he looks, or how much money he has, or anything that compares him to other men in a particular way. It is what is in his heart, and how he treats other people. It is honestly recognizing what is in his heart and soul, without self deception, and acting on it. Poly and I both think you can be not just a good man, but a great man. Remember that this weekend if you have any doubts. Now I have to go because I am in the next act."

She got up and left the viewing room. My heart was beating like a jackhammer with apprehension about what she had said and both excitement about what I was about to see: Edith in the stage lights!

Polly began to speak softly into my other ear, "Connor, I am giving you a preview of what the upcoming play may make you feel, so you can analyze your feelings yourself during the play. The play makes clear that some people's 'kinks' are not same as others. And sometimes one person's kinks can never be accommodated by another. But happily, sometimes they match up perfectly. For example, Sherry has a kink that demands she be naughty and exhibitionistic to really be fulfilled. She gets a real thrill out of knowing that her husband and sometimes other people are watching her have sex with someone else. She matches up well with Dick, because he is giving and willing to let her do what excites Sherry the most, and also because one of his kinks is that he gets a huge thrill out of watching his wife being naughty. I think it helps him to know that Sherry is very attractive to other men, which validates his choice of her, and actually acts to enhance his perceived status with other males. Another kink; like many men, he gets tremendously excited while watching his wife with another woman. At first Sherry was resistant to even try that, but she threw herself into it to try to put on a good show for Dick. But she discovered that her lack of attraction for other women was pure socialization; nurture rather than nature. Once she actually experienced being with a woman, her body responded strongly and she found real joy there. Thus she and Dick got the best of both worlds. This play will raise some questions about yourself that you may be able to answer this weekend. If you can do that, your gamble will have paid off very handsomely. 

The lights dimmed in our viewing room. The glass turned transparent and the stage lights came up. Connor's heart immediately pounded. Edith was hanging from a set of cloth loops suspended on ropes hanging from the ceiling. She had on her red garters and stockings and push up cut out bra. She was hanging such that her trunk was at an angle and her legs were almost horizontal, but with her knees a little higher than her hips, so that audience could clearly see both her face and her pubic area. She was supported by loops under her ankles, knees, waist, shoulders and neck. She was strapped with Velcro and appeared unable to move or change her position, and a bright spotlight was focused on her. Connor was fascinated to see that the fine white hair he had seen on her lower back in the kitchen last week covered her ass and the very tops of her thighs and then blended smoothly into bright blonde pubic hair between her legs, He jerked in his seat and Polly patted his shoulder. Edith's long blonde hair streamed freely down from her head. Her hips were about 4 feet off the stage floor, with her head even higher. He was mesmerized by the rhythmic movement of her abdominal muscles in time with her breathing. He could not believe how strongly he was reacting! That was Edith up there! He wanted her to be okay!

Three other women walked into the scene, and first he could see only dark figures in silhouette. Then they stepped into the light one at a time. The first was a very tall and powerfully athletic black woman who might have been a basketball or volleyball player, but with big breasts that might have been in the way for both those sports. She had on exactly the same red outfit as Edith. The second woman was a redhead of average height but with a very full and voluptuous body covered with freckles, also in the women in red outfit. He could see that the third woman was dark and very petite and shapely as she strutted into the light in a green outfit. His heart almost stopped as he realized it was Dana! He gasped. Polly whispered in his ear "Perhaps we should get an EKG monitor to make sure you are all right?" 

The tall black woman pushed the two others away roughly and began to caress Edith. They just watched her. It looked like it was some kind of competition to possess her. She showed off her breasts and long legs and shapely hips like a strutting peacock. She touched Edith's breasts lovingly, kissed her neck, and then kissed her breasts. She cupped Edith's buttocks, and ran her tongue between them. She kissed the underside of Edith's thighs, calves, and feet. The tall black woman began to breathe strongly and her pussy was shiny in the stage lights, but Edith's face remained a mask and her body remained almost motionless in the straps. The woman began to look frustrated at the lack of a response. She pinched Edith's nipples roughly, the stepped between her legs and began to lick Edith's pussy. Her motions became stronger and stronger until she was aggressively plunging her tongue into Edith and roughly licking and biting her. Still there was no response. Edith's face showed only that she was enduring, not enjoying, the woman's attention. The black woman stopped and glared at Edith in frustration. She had failed completely to excite her. 

The redheaded woman pushed the tall black one away roughly and kicked at her. She fell to the floor and then just watched. The red head smiled a superior smile and began to gently caress Edith. She gently licked almost every square millimeter of her blond body that she could reach, and seemed as fascinated as Connor was with the fine white hair. She licked it gently, using her tongue to comb it back and forth, feeling every little fine strand with her tongue. Connor groaned out load, as he had wanted to do that ever since he saw it. The redhead was similarly affected as her skin became flushed and a trickle of juice dripped down her legs. Her nipples look like red rocks! She then gently worked her way toward the transition between the fine white hair and the curly blond pubic hair. Connor suddenly remembered Edith's incredible fragrance. Edith's expression remained calm, she wasn't stoically enduring the attention as she had with the first woman who wanted to have her, but she wasn't enjoying it either. The woman kissed Edith's vaginal lips and patiently and lightly licked her clitoris. She was relentless, but still produced no response. She inserted a finger into Edith's vagina and moved it around. She put another near Edith's anus and moved it back and forth. Edith's expression did not change at all. After a few more minutes of the same motions with no response from Edith, the woman gave up and sat frustrated, but continued to watch Edith forlornly. Connor considered that perhaps Edith was just not wired to respond to other women. 

Dana walked up to Edith and smiled and whispered in her ear as she caressed Edith's face and shoulders lovingly. Edith still could not move, but her eyes got wide. Dana began kissing Edith's armpits lightly and then licking them from bottom to top. Edith moved her shoulders sensuously and arched her back as much as she could in the restraints. Dana then moved all the way to her feet and began kissing and licking them! Dana then demonstrated some amazing flexibility and strength. While she continued to kiss Edith's feet, she effortlessly lifted one of her legs up horizontally and put her toes in Edith's mouth. "Lick them!" she commanded. Connor was dumbfounded! It also gave him an incredible view of Dana's perfect ass and beautifully defined leg muscles. If you wanted a figure model for classic nudes, Dana was first pick! Edith groaned and began to frantically suck the toes into her mouth! "That's a good girl!" Dana said. "If you do a good job on my feet I might let you lick something else!"

Edith groaned again and she became visibly wet between her legs. Connor was so hard he thought his dick might break in half! Dana climbed up the ropes like a circus performer, lifting herself with her arms only and holding her legs out horizontal in a suggestive and very erotic pike position. Connor knew from his recent free climbing experience how difficult that was. Dana's arms must be like coiled steel springs under her incredibly smooth skin! She suspended herself above Edith's face, and then she lowered her pussy toward Edith's mouth, but kept it just out of reach. Dana's mound was now shiny and wet and a little of her fluid dripped onto Edith's face, and her breath came faster to reclaim the oxygen she had used during her exertion. Edith extended her tongue as far as she could but she just could not touch Dana. Edith moaned in frustration. Dana's breasts rose and fell exotically with her breath. Connor had no more doubt that Edith was wired for women, too, but just looks and mechanical sex play did not do it for her, regardless of how well built, sexy, skillful, or determined the other two women had been. But whatever Dana had whispered to her must have turned her on, and then the teasing and light domination had quickly driven her crazy.

Dana then flipped over like a gymnast doing a slow and controlled dismount and stood on the floor to kiss Edith's thighs. Edith moaned. Suddenly Dana planted her face between Edith's legs and began to eat her in earnest. Edith shook and bucked in the straps as she came and cried out. Dana then moved back and used her fingers in Edith's pussy and ass, much as the previous girl had tried. But the response was radically different. Edith shook and immediately squirted juice about a foot out of her snatch. Dana guzzled it happily. Connor wanted to jump through the window and get in there with them!

Dana then moved over and stood above the tall black woman with a smug smile on her face, and then bent down and kissed her on the lips, making her taste Edith's juices. Then she did the same thing to the redhead. Connor got the point: They thought they had physical superiority over tiny Dana and could win over Edith on that basis. But petite little Dana had hidden strength, determination, and insight into Edith's kinks, and that won out. Dana reached up and released Edith, who gracefully let herself down to the floor with her arms. Edith and Dana walked off stage arm in arm, and the lights went down. Connor would have to wait a few minutes before he could stand.

Polly looked at his lap. She spoke softly, "My my Connor. You are so excited just from watching two women merely scratch the surface of what they can do for each other! Think about that this weekend."

She motioned for Sherry and Dick to come over and join them. Dick laughed at the expression on Connor's face and said he was also having trouble walking after that play. 

Polly looked at the three of them seriously, and began "I am going to ask the three of you to take a big risk, for perhaps a huge breakthrough. Sherry and Dick, you have just completed years of work to build trust and reveal and embrace all of each other's kinks and find ways to please each other. I am asking you to show and tell Connor all of these; show him how they let you excite and satisfy each other and how you have faced them all together. I am asking Connor to do anything he can think of and anything you ask of him to make that even better, to make your shared fantasies even more powerful. That is what you will do the rest of tonight, and until noon tomorrow. Then from noon to six, Connor will do his best to face all of his kinks and reveal them to you, asking for what he needs and wants. And you will both do your best to give it to him, and to improvise and think of the things he has not realized will fulfill him completely. Connor, Dick and Sherry are staying upstairs in one of our suites. It has already been stocked with all the food and drink you three will need. You will have complete privacy. It's time for you three to go upstairs and do the work. I will come to talk to you all at 6 PM tomorrow. Now go make me proud."

Sherry, Dick, and Connor all shared a sheepish glance. Then Sherry stood up and Connor and Dick followed her upstairs to their suite. As the door closed behind them, Connor wondered what surprises awaited him. The suite was beautifully appointed, but with some interesting decorative touches that usually did not appear in Architectural Digest. There were three of the modernistic chaise lounges in the great room, complete with their added head rests and some other attachments. There were also several little footstools with the same leather upholstery and some unusual hollows and grips, and a large hanging chair on chains that were attached to the ceiling. 

Sherry motioned to a large couch against the wall and the three of them sat down. She took Connor's hand in hers. "Connor, we are honored that you chose to take a chance and trust us tonight. I am sure you know that we both love Polly, and she has told us that she loves you. So I wanted to promise you again that we are going to be completely honest and open with you and will never intentionally do anything to hurt you." 

She paused, then continued in a tone just like Polly used when she was about to say or do something to shock me, excite me, and make me think and learn about something, "But I will sometimes deliberately make you a little uncomfortable when there is something you have to face and deal with!"

With that she stood up and led us both over to one of the chaise lounges. She motioned for us to stand right next to each other, and then she dropped to her knees in front of us, using one of the little leather footstools as a kneeler. She smiled up sweetly, and then looked directly at her husband. Then, never breaking eye contact with him, she reached over to me and loosened my belt, unzipped my pants, and dropped them and my underwear to the floor. She smiled again at her husband wickedly.

Then her eyes hooded with lust and she engulfed my cock with her seemingly tiny black mouth. She took me into her mouth forcefully and deeply, sucking strongly, still never losing eye contact with Dick. I started to worry about him feeling humiliated, but he was smiling broadly. Sherry showed no gentleness, no teasing, and no subtlety. She was doing her best to make me come as fast as she could. She was making great progress. While Polly's wonderful techniques had been slow and lilting and teasing, Sherry was being forceful and aggressive. She took more and more of me into her mouth with each stroke until she was taking my entire length with ease. She was using strong suction and twisting her head rapidly from side to side. She put one hand on my balls and another near my anus. Her brown eyes danced with fire and her breath resounded through her nostrils. It was hard to believe her little mouth and throat could take it all, but she did it with effortless grace. I soon lost control. She moved her mouth up to hold just the crown of my cock and then sucked mercilessly. I came in a torrent. She moaned and hummed just like Polly had, but the note and tune were different. She swallowed most of my come, but seemed to deliberately let a little slip out of her mouth and run down her chin. 

The she suddenly stood up and kissed me hard on the mouth. Her mouth tasted salty and tart again like a strong blue cheese dressing, but I noticed with a little more of a sweet aftertaste than with Polly last week. 

Then she moved to her husband and smiled wickedly at him.

He said "what an incredible slut you are!" Then he smiled and added "I love it and I love you!" She then kissed him. He tongued her deeply and kissed all over her face, inevitably tasting the drops of my semen left on her chin. Maybe he liked being humiliated, but at the same time he seemed so happy, confident and strong. And Polly said he had no challenges in being confident, that he had had to work on sensitivity and humility! But Polly and also said one of their complementary kinks was that Sherry enjoyed being naughty with him watching and he loved watching her! But that alone would not make me confident – so what made him so self assured?

Polly then looked at me with a strange and challenging look. Her brown eyes were so expressive it was almost scary. Her look was a challenge, a taunt, and a tease! They said 'can you handle this, young man?' Was she asking if I was sensitive enough to worry about Dick's feelings or was I insensitive enough to not think about Dick and just enjoy her? Then she kneeled in front of her husband and dropped his pants, never taking her eyes from mine. 

And out sprung a giant, huge, thick, throbbing, pulsing and obscenely pink cock! Her eyes said 'what you think of this, young man!' 

A thousand thoughts flew through my head. Holy Hot Dog, Batman! No wonder he was so self confidant! How big is that thing anyway? I have been in a lot of locker rooms, but I have never seen anything like this. Why can't I breathe?

I tried to rationally estimate its size. No wonder Edith had said he was quite a physical specimen! It looked like two aluminum beer cans stacked one atop another, with a billiard ball on top, and then covered with tightly stretched pink skin. How could she possibly get that thing in her mouth? What would it feel like? Did Dana and Edith have dreams about it? Wouldn't it split Sherry's delicate and beautiful little vagina in half? I guess I don't have to worry about him being humiliated; I have to worry about me! 

I remembered one of the porn videos at my cousin's fraternity party had featured a bald black guy with a cock that may have actually been a little bit longer, but this one was at least twice as thick and thus had much greater volume. The protruding shaft along its underside looked as big as a garden hose by itself! It's a force of nature! Even though I had just come in Sherry's mouth less than two minutes ago, my cock was still as hard as it had ever been! I found that confusing and disturbing! But I certainly was excited. 

Sherry began licking and flicking Dick's giant organ with her tongue, leaving the question of whether she could get it in her mouth still unanswered. The good news was I was still breathing; the bad news was I was mouth breathing because my jaw had involuntarily dropped since I saw Dick's dick! The good news was he was not watching me as his eyes were closed as he enjoyed her tongue bath; the bad news was I was watching his cock like a mongoose watched a cobra! Maybe I was just watching Sherry's tongue, yeah, that's it! No, no it wasn't. Truth was truth. It was that feeling I was beginning to recognize as significant: I didn't want to look but I could not look away! Maybe Sherry could unhinge her jaw like a snake? 

She worked diligently and soon had the entire surface area of the massive missile dripping with her saliva. Then she rose and used her hands on my shoulders to have me sit on one chaise lounge. She moved another chaise right in front of me, still keeping her gaze locked on my eyes. She climbed up onto the second chaise using a convenient set of hand holds and positioned her ass in the air about 18 inches from my face and wiggled it toward her husband.




The Women in Blue Ch. 02



She said in a high and much exaggerated voice "Say Dick? I want some dick! Doggy style!" He laughed. This must have been some kind of shared inside joke. He looked at me for the first time and smiled, then gave me one of those locker room looks that said 'watch this buddy!'

He positioned his giant cock about and inch from her entrance. Her thin black legs and dark pink vaginal lips looked incongruously small next to the huge bubble gum pink colored cock head. It's not going to fit! He moved forward, pushing aside the pink, red and black edged pussy lips like a diesel locomotive pushing aside the curtain to a voting booth. She drew in a loud gasping breath like my high school girl friend used to as we started down the steepest grade on the roller coaster at the state fair, and he then pushed against her. Her pink entrance distended, then resisted against the large circumference of the head of his cock. Connor observed himself as if from a distance slightly opening his mouth! Suddenly the cock head popped into Sherry and she gasped again. Dick slowly pushed forward until about 6 inches were inside her. But that looked like a little more than half his length. He pulled back slowly and the ring of darker pink flesh adhering to the light pink cock stretched back around it like one of those slow motion films of a ring of milk splashing in a circle when a weight was dropped in it. He began to move in and out faster and faster, but not deeper. He established a pretty fast pace, and Connor could not look away. If anything he leaned forward just like he moved toward the glass during the first play. But this was even more fascinating. Not only the incredible visual effect, but he could hear the slight snick snack slipping and slurping noises of their flesh and their rapid breathing. He could also feel on his cheeks the infrared heat radiating from Sherry's ass and Dick's dick, and smell the now incredibly strong scent of Sherry's gushing pussy. 

Suddenly Sherry made a noise deep down in her throat. She sounded like a meowing cat with laryngitis. Her skin flushed and she came violently, and fluid gushed from her snatch onto the leather of the chaise. If Connor's face had been 6 inches closer, some would have splashed on him. He suddenly regretted missing that. A wave of even stronger smell washed across Connor. 

Dick paused for about five seconds while Sherry caught her breath. The he plowed into her to an even greater depth. The cycle began again he stroked her regularly and evenly for a while. She came again. He stopped. She caught her breath again, her features almost completely transformed by her lust, and said "You know what I want now don't you boys?"

Dick pulled his cock out of her and she stood up. Sherry stood up too. He stretched out on his back on the chaise and put his hands above his head using the convenient handholds, and pointed his legs toward the foot of the chaise, keeping his legs straight out and close together. His cock stood up like a pink fire hydrant. Sherry climbed over and on top of him and positioned her knees on either side of his hips, facing him, and touched her pussy to the head of his cock. She impaled herself slowly, breathing like a runner, taking in two quick consecutive breaths through her nose and then exhaling strongly once through her mouth. It sounded like 'sniff sniff, PUFF!' She did this until she had almost the whole thing inside her. She leaned over and pressed her breasts against Dick's chest, put her arms on his above their heads, and kissed him deeply. She moved her legs so that her knees were just outside of his and wiggled her ass in delight, and then looked over her left shoulder almost coyly at me. But I was still staring at the spectacle of that cock filling up her little pussy. 

"Ahem!" She actually had to clear her throat to get my attention! She once again gave me that incredible 'can you handle this' leer and said in that same high exaggerated voice "Can you work this puzzle, Connor? What should go where?" 

She let go of Dick's arms and reached under the sides of the chaise near Dick's knees and pulled out two little extension shelves like the ones restaurants use to make tables bigger. I saw they had foot shaped depressions near the center of each one. Through my fog of sexual excitement and confusion, I slowly did a little projective solid geometry and then had a Eureka moment! I knew what I was supposed to do!

Dick laughed when he saw my expression change to indicate that I had solved the puzzle, and said "Are you ready for a little togetherness, buddy?"

My face blanched, my heart stopped, and I froze my motion but he continued, "because once you get your cock up her tight little ass where she wants it, you and I are only going to be separated by a thin but delightful little sliver of Sherry!'

I heard Polly inside my head saying "good heart and adventurous soul" and my father saying "courage is doing what you think you should do even when it scares you silly" and then I swung my legs over their bodies and put my feet on the two extension shelves. I adjusted my position and moved my feet into the two depressions. I happened to glance at the stylized clock on the wall of the suite's great room. It said 3 AM. So we had 9 more hours to work on their kinks, then six to work on mine! But I had a feeling we might be working on one of mine right now! I wondered what the rest of the night would teach me.



The Women in Blue Ch. 03



Connor paused, resting on his legs supported by the little shelf on the chaise like he was sitting up in the saddle and getting ready to ride. He surveyed the coupled couple just below him. Sherry was dripping wet, and her juices flowed down her husband's cock like hot juices leaking on a turkey baster, except his dick was lot thicker, and most of it was hidden in her snatch. Her little dark pink rosebud was calling out, begging to be penetrated, and Dick's question about Connor and Dick soon being separated by just a little sliver of Sherry hung in the air. 

For some reason, Connor suddenly recalled reading an advice column in one of his cousin's collection of 'stroke books' (as his father called them) when he was about 14 and curiously reading everything he could find about sex. It purported to be a letter from a woman who had finally convinced her husband to do a threesome with her and another guy, and she was looking forward to double penetration and massive orgasms. But in the end she was terribly disappointed because the two guys were so freaked out about making sure they didn't touch each other that they really couldn't get into the proper positions to penetrate her effectively and didn't pay enough attention to her!

Connor remembered what Polly had said about it not being enough for 'trusted friends' to just accommodate each other's kinks and that they had to learn to fully embrace them and get joy from them themselves. 

Then, he bizarrely also remembered Mr. DuBois, his high school history teacher, who had given Connor his only exposure to classical philosophers so far in his young life. When talking about history, he would throw in parenthetical references to philosophy, quoting Sun Tzu or Von Clausewitz when talking about battles, and Nietzsche on revolution, etc. Connor could not remember who said it, but he recalled the idea that tactical surprise in battles usually does not come from not seeing something, but rather comes from seeing it and not realizing what it means. 

He took another look at Sherry and Dick. What was he seeing and not understanding? What would it take to make sure they could all get the best possible experience out of this? Could he embrace this and get some joy himself? What did he have to face in himself? Suddenly he got an idea, two ideas actually.

"Well Dick", he finally spoke with false bravado, "I think we may soon have get a lot closer than that, because I think Sherry's 'tight little ass' as you called it, could use some lube, and it should be something a little more slippery than saliva." Connor leaned down and began to lick up the juices dripping out of Sherry and used his mouth to transfer them to her ass, touching both Dick and Sherry vigorously and intimately in the process. Both of them sighed, murmured, and squirmed. "Oh my, Connor" said Sherry "that's a good idea! And as a side effect of your efforts, I can feel Dick getting even bigger inside me.

In for a penny, in for a pound, thought Connor. "Do you think that's right, Dick?" he asked. "Oh, man, yes! It surprised the hell out of me when you started doing it, but my reaction is unmistakable!

Connor laughed. He remembered that his father used to say that sometimes being an officer just meant you had to act brave, even though you were really terrified! So he said "Well then let's get the full effect, not just a side effect!" And with that he began strumming the stiffened end his tongue back and forth left and right along the big shaft on the underside of Dick's cock, moving up to the point where it disappeared into Sherry, and then all the way back to its base and then back up and down several times.

The married couple practically sang a duet as Dick reveled in the stimulation and Sherry felt Dick expanding even further. "Ohhhh! Ahhhhhhh!"

Connor stopped his efforts, confident that Dick and Sherry had enjoyed them, and thinking maybe he had too. He put his still rock hard, but normally sized, organ up to Sherry's little rosebud and thrust it into her slowly. It was a perfect fit. He and Dick slowly found a rhythm. They gradually synchronized and extended their mutual thrusts into her, and soon Sherry was fully filled with phallus. After a few minutes of this her cooing noises became wildcat moans, and she began twitching like she might be having a seizure. But seizures are not usually accompanied by squirting sexual lubricant! She was actually having either one long orgasm or a series of short ones, but either way her muscle contractions were transmitted to both Dick and Conner easily through their shared surfaces. It proved too much for Dick to stand, and Connor could then feel him twitching and thrusting into Sherry as he shot off inside her. Connor followed in concert a second later and Sherry's sound effects went up in both pitch and volume. Dick kissed Sherry's neck in front, and Conner kissed her shoulders and back, and she actually lost consciousness for a while!

One floor above them, in the master bedroom of the estate, Polly and the Admiral were holding hands as they watched the 3D 4K video feed from the guest suite. "He's a natural, Polly exclaimed, "A stone natural!" The admiral laughed, and completed her train of thought "He's the Roy Hobbs of sexual adaptation and kink switching! It looks like your plan is moving forward, and much sooner than we dared to even hope! We have some quick work to do to get the next phase moving." They turned off the monitor and held each other tightly.

Back in the guest suite, the sound of labored breathing filled the great room of the suite. Gradually their heart rates and respiration rates fell back towards normal. Connor balanced on his still slightly shaky legs and stood slowly, then stepped down from the chaise lounge to the floor. He saw that Dick had wrapped Sherry in his arms and they remained locked together on the chaise. The clock on the wall read 5 AM. 

He spotted a large wicker basket under one of the chaise lounges and opened it to find some cotton towels and what looked like a silver ice bucket. It turned out to contain warm wet towels infused with a slight hint of lavender. He took one and wiped down his face, then his cock and the front of his body that was covered with various secretions from him and his two playmates. Part of the hamper was a plastic lined receptacle for, he presumed, the soiled wet towels. He tossed his in a grabbed one of the warm dry cotton towel to dry off with. It felt wonderful. 

Sherry rose on still wobbly legs and he handed her a wet cloth, and then one to Dick who followed right behind her. The both enjoyed the sensuous feel of the warmth and cleansing. Sherry needed two! Dick and Connor sat opposite each other on the two lounges also using their dry towels to mop their brows and tried to recuperate. Sherry bent and kissed them both on the cheek and said "there should be a cart with a midnight snack in the kitchenette, and we can roll it out here." Connor looked and saw the open door to the little kitchen and what looked like a hotel room service cart just inside the door. Sherry then giggled and said "First dibs on the bathroom!" and ran in and closed the door behind her. Dick laughed "Some things about women never change!"

Connor rolled the cart out and took the covers off the various dishes on it. There were glasses, an ice bucket filled with individual sized bottles of sparkling water, and another ice bucket with a carafe of orange juice, along with various fruits and sliced cheeses and some black bread and marmalade. He and Dick each grabbed a sparkling water, then another, as they found they were a bit dehydrated! 

Dick was the first to speak, "Connor" he said "I was amazed at your boldness! One of my kinks that took a long time to work through was my early negative socialization about sexual contact between men and the conflict with what I discovered was my natural attraction for some males. It was very difficult for me and I could not have faced it without Sherry. I am almost envious of how quickly you confronted the issue, and I was surprised and thrilled at the way you did it. You touched me in more ways than one!"

Connor felt his face turn bright red. "I would say I am now aware of the issue, but have hardly worked through it completely!" 

Dick laughed, "I hear you. But it took me years of running away from it before I made any attempt at dealing with it. You are way ahead on that."

Connor realized that if he couldn't talk to Dick about this, who could he talk to? "Well, I probably had the same kind of early conditioning that you did, living on navy bases until I was 14. Accusations of homosexuality were the primary teasing and baiting technique used when the new boys showed up, and my dad got promoted and moved so often that I was almost always the new kid on base. The only good effect was that I can hold my own in a fight. I have lots more actual fighting experience than any other ten kids my age, and when my dad was a base commander in Japan, I got some pretty great training in Aikido from some shore patrol CWOs."

Dick laughed. "I was always so big for my age that I almost never had to fight, but there were other problems. When I turned 13, the hormones really kicked in. I added 3" in height over that summer, but also 3 inches on my penis. It created problems." Connor said "Most guys would like to have that problem!"

Dick continued "Don't be so sure! Word got around from the locker room to the PTA mom network, and suddenly I was getting sleepover invitations from families I didn't even know, just so the mom could check me out. Then after my dad got wind of a couple of divorced single dads asking me over, he freaked out. He punched one of the dads out, and started giving me weekly lectures on the topic of "all gay men are child molesters". By then I was having some feelings about the other guys in the locker room, and it made me think I was going to grow up to be a child molester, too!"

Dick paused and laughed. "You would think it would have at least helped me get girls! And it did help me get dates. They all wanted to go parking with me and get a feel or a look at it. But most of them were scared of it even when I was not even really hard. I had a date with one girl who I thought was so wonderful and she let me kiss her while she moved her hand up and down on it and opened up my pants. I was in heaven! But when I got really hard she said it scared her and asked me to take her home!"

Dick laughed again. "When I got to college, things improved a little. I was on the football team, so I got invited to all sorts of sorority and fraternity parties. I discovered that the more experienced girls were not scared of it, but 'it' was all they were interested in, but that was okay for college, I guess. The guys who were open about being gay chased me something terrible, which left me very conflicted, and the promiscuity and riskiness of their behavior freaked me out. It was only in this environment here at the estate with Sherry and Polly's help and where everyone is medically and psychologically tested seven ways to Sunday that I could even begin to think about really acting on some of my urges."

Connor grabbed a plate and selected some food, then sat on the chaise and realized how hungry he was. Dick did the same, and Sherry emerged from the bathroom and joined them. "Boy I am hungry and thirsty!" she said. Connor remembered his last vitamin and searched through his tuxedo pants and found it. He took it, using one more sparkling water from the bucket. Sherry continued, "You guys have almost worn me out. Thank you!"

"Almost?" Connor asked. Sherry smiled. "Yes, I have a few other ideas!" She said teasingly "and we have a few kinks to get across to you before we start to work on yours, Connor. Speaking of which, what have you and Dick been talking about?"

Connor laughed. He guessed he could talk to Sherry about this too. "Dick's dick, among other things!" he said. Sherry and Dick both almost spit out what they were chewing and laughed. Connor continued "We were talking really about early socialization against sexual contact with the same sex, versus later in adult life having to face and deal with those urges."

Sherry laughed. "It's amazing how many people still act like scared children confronting the boogie man when this subject comes up. Since we know that the majority of males and females can respond to and enjoy others of the same sex, it seems silly to pretend otherwise. Someone born in ancient Greece might have been ostracized for not embracing male on male sex, and someone in the ancient middle east, where they needed all the births they could get, would have been totally ostracized for engaging in it. But the underlying genetics is the same, the difference is all socialization!"

Dick added "One of our advisors says these prejudices often help people deal with their own basic inadequacies. The people who react in an exaggerated and sometimes violent manner to the very idea of threesomes that include same sex contact are often very conflicted about their own sexuality and self worth in general. This is what is called 'reaction formation' and is really a self distraction that allows them to avoid looking objectively at their own shortcomings. It makes sure they have no chance of facing their issues and dealing with them. In fact it is the ultimate hubris as they are essentially saying they are perfect as they are. For example, consider the 'Mr. Macho' type who says that any man who would allow such male contact or enjoy seeing his wife in a threesome with another man is inferior and beneath contempt compared to 'Mr. Macho'. But this belief is often all Mr. Macho has! Objectively, he is usually less intelligent, less emotionally aware, and less able to please his female partners. Often he desperately wants to make sure that he is never in such a situation because he is afraid of confirming what he already knows: that he does not compare well with other males." 

Sherry continued, "I certainly did a total one hundred and eighty degree turn after Dick asked me to look at it. We have sort of complementary mirror image kinks, in that Dick was totally turned on by seeing me with another woman, and I am turned on by seeing Dick with another man. So a few minutes ago when I realized what you had done for Dick, it turned me on much more than the physical act of double penetration that followed. That experience was just as spectacular as I thought it would be, but your breakthrough with Dick was more of a lasting, trusting, freeing kind of turn on."

"So you haven't done this before with somebody else?" Connor asked. "No" they both said simultaneously. "We discussed it and decided we definitely wanted to do it, but you were the first person with whom we felt was worth the risk, and we were right!"

Connor asked, "Sherry, when did you discover each other's proclivities and work through them?" "Not until Dick helped me to be open about my natural attraction to women." Sherry said. "Then I realized that I had been hiding my feelings about it because I thought it would protect Dick, but I was really holding him back." "So do you like watching Dick with another guy more than he likes watching you with another woman?" Connor wondered aloud.

Sherry considered. "I don't know the exact comparison, but we both like it a lot! Would you like to know how we worked thorough it?" Connor laughed uncomfortably "Boy would I!"

"We got together with people Polly said we could trust, and just practiced!" Sherry exclaimed. "I sat in a chair and got totally turned on watching Dick learn about how to please other guys! And he watched me while I learned how to please other women. It was amazing. When we first began doing with the other watching we felt so incredibly hot and amazed at how beautiful our partner was, but when we were trying to perform while the other watched, we each felt clumsy and unskilled. But we got better through just plain practice, and we kept at it because we knew our partner loved watching."

Connor was curious "But that kind of intimacy one on one with individuals did not seem as big a risk as what we just did?"

Sherry spoke first, "Well, we did that in stages. We first did individual 'private showings' and practiced 'same sex sex' with other people that Polly said we could trust. But that was very private, and in fact the first encounters were completely anonymous. Then we had private sessions with that were not anonymous but were still one on one without our spouses there. When we had reached a level of relative comfort and skill at the basic mechanics, then we involved the spouses and let each other watch and enjoy. But we still felt a little uncomfortable until we knew that we were pretty good at it, that we liked it, and that our spouse really liked watching us."

Dick spoke up, "But what we did with you was much more intimate and risky! We knew we had the physical skills, but being with you was not just practice, it was real emotional sharing and essentially extending our partnership to include you. But you 'came through' to make a bad pun! You stepped up and made it even better than we imagined, and we both now trust you even more and feel a very strong bond with you." Connor thought carefully. He had not realized what a responsibility he was taking on when he agreed to all this!

"And once we began practicing together, we learned something else, especially about Sherry." Dick said. "Sherry kept trying to give me tips on how to do things because she just couldn't get out of 'teacher' mode. She was like the director of a film telling everyone what to do."

Sherry laughed. "I didn't see it, but Polly did!" She had me act in another "private showing' play where Dick and another guy were my submissive slaves and I was their Master and ordered them to do things to each other, and to me. I got so turned on I almost passed out, even before they touched me, and thus we knew I have a little Dominatrix in me! Polly also made me see I was naturally more submissive, but enjoyed switching roles sometimes. In fact, that is one of Polly's general teaching principles. You need to experience things from both sides of an act before you can really be good at it!"

Connor asked "What's a private showing again?" 

Dick said 'It's like a play with no audience. The actors learn from acting in the play, not watching others. There a usually just a few people involved. And you can learn as much or more than from a regular play believe me! The plays I watched usually gave me a lot of questions to ask about myself, but the answers often came from experiencing something in a private showing." Dick laughed softly "Which means that I bet I know what Sherry's idea is for the rest of our time!"

Sherry laughed a dramatic and overacted villain's laugh, and said archly "Come over here, you naughty boys!"

She walked over to the chair hanging from ropes from the ceiling. We followed, and I could see that it was not simply a chair but a big mix and match set of webbing, chains, rope, snaps, little cushions and Velcro fasteners that could be rearranged into almost any configuration. Sherry unsnapped a few junctions and rearranged them. She motioned for me to step up and put two nylon webbings about 3 inches wide around my both thighs between the knee and my buttocks, and then attached each of those to one rope for each leg, so that I was setting on them like a seat (or a climbing harness, I thought, from my day job) and held up by the two ropes. She then fastened the arrangement with Velcro, and hooked another set of Velcro loops up about my wrists and attached them higher up along the rope. Then she picked up a little device that looked like a small TV remote control and pressed a few buttons. 

My arms were pulled slowly up above my head by a motor somewhere in the ceiling, and then my legs were pulled up by the loops on my thighs, supporting me completely, but also immobilizing me. I was reminded of watching Edith suspended helpless on stage! But my legs were pulled apart and I was mostly vertical and bent at the waist where Edith had been primarily horizontal. I moved my arms and hands around and realized I could grab the rope with them, but that was really all I could do. Suddenly my heart pounded and my breath labored! Sherry touched my shoulder and said "There is nothing to fear Connor, except perhaps getting something you have never allowed yourself to have and giving something to Dick and me that you never knew you had to give."




The Women in Blue Ch. 03



She motioned for Dick to drop down to his knees and slipped a pair of fur covered handcuffs behind his back and onto his wrists. She moved one of the leather kneelers in front of me, but left Dick kneeling where he was. Then she moved around behind me began caressing my buttocks while she whispered in my ear, "You have been a naughty boy tonight, Connor. You put your tongue in my ass! You put your tongue all over my husband's big cock! You put your cock in my ass and came in me! You are a naughty, naughty boy!" With that final 'naughty' she pinched my butt hard enough to make me jump while hanging in the straps. "You deserve a spanking!" and then she hit me on my left butt cheek with her open hand at least a dozen times, harder than being paddled in junior high. The first few stung, the next three sort of faded out in the storm of emotions and neurotransmitters released, and the last few were more sensuous than painful. I had never experienced anything like it. 

She walked around and looked at my cock, which was now beginning to stir. "Oh my! You are naughty, getting harder from a spanking!" she cried. She returned and delivered a similar spanking to my other butt check, if anything a little more forceful. And my cock got a little harder, too. I continued to amaze myself. She then bit my earlobe and whispered, "I am going to have to make an example of you, so my other servants know that they must behave properly!" She then delivered another set of spankings even harder than the others. Time seemed to slow down between smacks, and I heard her slight grunt as she tensed her muscles, then the sound of her arm whistling through the air, then the blow landing on my ass, and the shock wave propagating though my muscles. But instead of feeling and recoiling from the pain I felt it but did not recoil, I accepted it, and watched it excite me. I was in a fog, but my cock was now rock hard, and I was breathing rapidly. Sherry spoke provocatively "Look at you now, hard as you can be. I had no idea you were such a little slut!' 

Neither had I! But truth was truth!

"I suppose turnabout is fair play, isn't it Connor!" she said loudly. Then she took the remote control and moved me up higher until my ass was roughly at her eye level as she stood on the carpet. She began to kiss my butt cheeks, slowly circling closer and closer to my anus, finally breathing heavily on it but not touching it. My cock jumped and began to leak a little clear fluid. "Is there no end to your depravity?" she cried. Then she stuck her tongue into my ass and began to lick it expertly, and then probe it deeply. I had never experienced anything like this. I began to whimper. The she delivered another set of spankings, my now greater elevation requiring her to wind up overhand like a baseball pitcher and smack me at the top of the arc of her arm. It only served to excite me more!

She bent down to another wicker chest that was on the floor against the wall near where the ropes descended from the ceiling, and took out some sort of cloth and leather bundle. She turned away from me and put it around her waist like a belt, then pushed it down around her pelvis and tightened some of the straps. She turned toward me and I could see it was a strap on dildoe made of hot pink plastic that contrasted against the black straps that held it to her. It was less than half the size of Dick's cock, but it looked huge to me at this point. She moved around behind me, and then slowly lowered me down using the remote control. She stopped my descent and then stood on her tiptoes, but was only able to just barely touch the pink end against my ass. My cock jumped again. She said "you just can't help it can you?"

She used the remote to lower me very slowly about an inch, and then pushed the dildoe against me again. She moved it around, never quite pushing it in me, until I began to move my ass involuntarily with it. "I am going to give you what you want now slut!" she said, and then thrust it upward past the resistance of my sphincter, and held it. I felt a sharp pain, then numbness, then slight warmth. She began slowly moving it in and out. I adjusted to it quickly and soon found myself wanting a little more. She seemed to sense exactly when that happened, and laughed diabolically. "You know you want it now, don't you slut! Then she lowered me again about an inch with the remote control, and began thrusting deeper until about half of the dildoe was in me. I found that half of it now delivered about four times the sensations. Soon I was very much enjoying those sensations. 

She spoke to Dick, "Come here and kneel before me slave!" He did. "You may now lick my pussy! Do a very good job and you may get a reward." Sherry was so turned on by the situation that Dick's ministrations soon made her come quickly with a sharp intake of breath. Sherry whispered, "I have trained you well slave. You may now begin to suck this naughty boy's cock!" 

Dick walked over and kneeled in front of me. He was breathing rapidly. He looked me right in eye with another one of those looks that said 'watch this buddy', and then slowly began to lick and suck the tip of my cock. It was a very different experience than having it done by Polly or Sherry. His tongue and mouth were hotter, stronger, and more insistent. Suddenly my cock seemed to grow even harder. Sherry whispered, "Now you are really going to get it, slut!" She thumbed the remote and lowered me about three more inches. Then she began slowly and inexorably sliding the dildoe all the way into me! Dick adjusted to my new height and began taking me all the way into his mouth. Sherry moved forward a half an inch at a time and waited for me to adjust to it, then moved in further again. 

Soon it was all the way in, and she stood on her tiptoes again and fully penetrated me, just touching my prostrate with the tip of the dildoe at the end of each stroke. This was nothing like the doctor's office prostate check! I saw stars each time she touched me there! She began thrusting slowly but all the way in and out, and Dick stepped up his efforts on my cock. I began to breathe even more rapidly and push back against Polly as much as I could while hanging in the straps. She picked up the pace and soon was pounding me as fast as she could. I heard a rushing, buzzing sound and experienced tunnel vision, and knew I was about to lose control completely. I closed my eyes and saw pulsating shapes of purple and green dancing behind my eyelids. Then a feeling like a being caught in a huge wave at the beach passed through me, my head tilted back, my toes curled, and I felt myself beginning to pulse and ejaculate! Dick grunted and seemed to suck the life right out of me! I was just on the edge of consciousness and it seemed to go on forever. I realized this must be the same kind of orgasm that Polly had when we both worked on getting her off. It was like a whole new state of consciousness that I had not reached before. I became hyper aware of the smells and sounds in the room. A host of memories scanned by me like a hyperactive and slightly out of focus time lapse film. The buzzing grew louder, and I actually lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, Dick and Sherry were standing on either side of me, each with a hand one of my hips, and smiling at me. Sherry spoke first, "Winked out on us a moment there, Connor. But your 'winkie' stayed awake! She looked down at my cock and I followed her gaze, and saw that I was still just as hard as ever. "I guess we will have to continue to do our duty." I heard Dick laugh, and he ducked back between my legs and began sucking my balls again, gently and teasingly. My hyperawareness and hypersensitivity returned, and it felt like he was individually stimulating thousands of nerve endings. Sherry walked back over to the wicker basket, and held up something for me to see.

It was another dildoe for her strap. It looked to be about one inch longer, but significantly thicker, and orange instead of pink. She smiled deviously and ran her tongue over her lips. "Looks delicious, doesn't it?" She removed the smaller pink attachment and replaced it with the larger orange one. She stopped in front of me so I would have to look at it, making sure I could not miss how much thicker it was. Then she moved behind me and touched it to me, and just waited, not moving! "Tell me what you want, Connor!" she demanded. I got stubborn and said nothing. She touched the dildoe to me and pushed it gently against me, but did not enter me. My body involuntarily moved toward it. "I know what you want, and you know what you want. But you have to say it!" she hissed. 

In my mind I said "truth is truth' and then to Sherry said, "I want it!" Sherry laughed. "What to do you want?" "I want you to fuck me!" I said. "More specifically? She asked tauntingly. "Fuck my ass! Now!"

She smiled and pushed it into me just a little. "Naughty Connor is about to get fucked in the ass again!" and she slowly pushed the larger fake phallus into me with steady determination. Although it was only about half again as thick as the previous one, the sensations it delivered were ten times as intense. The extra inch of length meant my prostate almost immediately began to get a continuous pounding. Sherry then seemed to lose her sensitivity to what I was feeling, and got off into her own power, thrusting in and out of me as fast as possible without surcease. Soon another wave washed over me, and I experienced the rushing and buzzing noises, and saw purple and green shapes even with my eyes open. I felt myself coming in Dick's mouth again, and it felt even more intense than before, but I did not pass out. Sherry continued without pause, grunting and thrusting. It seemed like my brain had been rewired, and I was reacting differently. Then I realized I was feeling another wave, and had another quick orgasm! I don't know how many I had, but I experienced them with one part of my brain, and watched the whole process as a spectator, too. Finally I felt like I had climbed a mountain, and was looking into a valley that I had never seen before, and learning a new and important path through the valley and to another place. 

I finally noticed that Sherry and Connor had stopped their ministrations, but I continued to shake and rock in the straps like an old style record that was skipping groves and repeating itself. Then I gasped and went limp, and opened my eyes to see Sherry and Dick looking at me strangely. Dick smiled, and said "It took me a long time to learn humility, and even longer to learn to enjoy it! You did it in two hours!" They helped Conner down and led him into the bathroom and into the shower. They helped him wash off, and Sherry shampooed his hair. She took him to the bedroom while Dick took a shower. She laid his head on a pillow, and said "It is 8 AM. We are all going to take a little nap, until about 11 when brunch should be delivered. Try to get some sleep." 

Connor was in a trance. He noticed Sherry lying down next to him, and then Dick on the other side of him, and then he fell sound asleep, feeling comforted by their sandwiching touch. 

Seemingly only five minute later, Connor was awakened by the smell of food, and he realized he was ravenously hungry! The midnight snack cart had been replaced with a brunch cart, filled more sparkling water, orange juice, hot scrambled eggs, toast, cantaloupe and strawberries, and Connor noted, fresh pineapple. They put on thick warm cotton robes that were hanging in the bedroom and sat at the table, working on the plates they had filled for themselves. They laughed and fed each other, and felt completely at ease. Connor would have never believed it even two weeks ago!

Soon they felt some of their energy restored. Connor realized it was almost noon, and it was time to begin working on his 'kinks' as openly and honestly as he could. He now knew that he could trust Sherry and Dick completely, and that they would do everything they could to help him through it. If felt like serious business, and he realized that it was. As he inventoried what he needed to work through, he suddenly remembered what Polly had said to him only yesterday when all this began about the benefits of taking risks here. Finally getting her horrible joke, he repeated her words aloud, "...replacing many separate object lessons with one long and hard one." Sherry and Dick had kept their sense of humor too. Sherry adopted her shocking and challenging tone and said, "Connor, do you think we have something here that you need to face." 

She put the word 'face' in 'air quotes' with her hands. After a brief pause, all three of them laughed, and then Sherry reached over and opened up Dick's robe. Connor blushed bright red, and thought to himself, "in for a penny, in for pound." The learning was about to start again! Big Time!



The Women in Blue Ch. 04



Chapter 04

Facing the Issue, Then a Return to Normalcy

Polly knocked on the door of the guest suite at 6 PM just as expected, ready to 'debrief' on our experience. She seemed unsurprised that our initial double penetration experiment as a threesome had gone so well, but Sherry insisted on describing it in great detail anyway. Dick also expressed surprise at how quickly I had addressed my issues about contact with him, both in our initial contact with Sherry and the later experiences as Sherry's 'slaves", and most recently my one on one practice session with him.

Polly seemed most interested in their reactions, not mine, and their feelings about what was left of my kinks to be worked on. They both said we had worked the big ones, discovered my previously unknown ability to accept pleasure passively that would require more work in private showings, in addition to more practice beyond my initial experiment with Dick. Polly said that Sherry and Dick had to go immediately to catch a plane to attend a conference, and we bid them adieu. 

Polly then put her arm around my shoulders and said "let's walk down and get some supper and talk a little more." We ambled toward the kitchen and found not Edith, but a younger woman preparing a dish of pasta, shrimp, and vegetables. It smelled wonderful, and as usual I was famished after working on my 'social obligations'. 

I raised my eyes at Polly and looked toward the new cook, and she answered my implied question. "Connor, may I present Liz, who will be cooking for us for a while. Edith cooks as an avocation, but her vocation requires her to be in her lab continuously for the next few days." I shook Liz's hand and she said supper would be ready in just a minute. The Admiral joined us at the kitchen table, but no one else did. Liz filled our plates and set out a serving dish for seconds, then added glasses and a large carafe of ice water plus a glass of pineapple juice for me. Polly giggled at my expression. Then Liz excused herself and said she would be gone for at least and hour, then return to clean up.

The Admiral was first to speak. "Connor, I am very pleased with your progress. In Navy parlance, you seem to keep getting promoted above range. You showed real understanding and empathy with Sherry and Dick, and really did 'partner" rather than just 'adapt'. You also showed real courage with Dick. That is sort of like taking your first at bat in your life against major league pitching!" He laughed. "Maybe my baseball metaphor should involve a bat, instead! 

He moved around to face me directly. "At any rate, I want you to keep all this is perspective. As you know from your father's career in the Navy, sometimes you just need to 'get your ticket punched' in certain postings in order to round out your jacket and get ready for the next big step in rank. You may be too young to remember, but your dad was not comfortable when he had to take that supply and logistics command in the Philippines, and he also was not really happy with the PIO slot in San Diego. But he knew he had to master the jobs and he threw himself into them and did so! 

He paused and looked worried, the continued "So do your work in the private showings, and master this aspect of your sexuality, but don't get hung up on it. I went through this challenge much later in life than you did, and had much more previous baggage to overcome. I am glad I did and I feel much better able to relate and communicate with every one of either sex or proclivities because of it. But just between us, it is very rare when I actually use these skills. When I walk down the street, I still want to undress about a one third of the women I see. That has never happened with a guy, although I have become very turned on in a threesome if the conditions were right. There are some socio-biological reasons for this reaction in males that make logical sense when we were all fighting for survival on the savannah and trying to maximize how many of our genes made it to the next generation. But what we are about here is changing that metric! We want the future generations to have the best possible human genome to work with, not just have more copies of one individual's genes. Our lizard brains still function the old way, so we have to use our higher cortex to guide our behavior."

Polly moved closer to me, and spoke in hushed tones, "You have done well Connor. I also want to talk to you about your experience with Sherry as a 'slave". How did that make you feel?"

"Well", I began, "if you had told me before hand what was going to transpire I would have told you that not only would I not enjoy it, but would actively fight to get out of the room. But when my cock got so hard when she spanked me, and then even harder when she stimulated my ass; I figured I had discovered a side of my sexuality I never saw before. It worried me then, it worries me a little now, but I was certainly excited!"

Polly put her hand on my shoulder. "Connor, I have a confession to make! I wanted to make sure you did well in your first appearance onstage, and performed well in your initial experiences in sharing Sherry with Dick. I did not realize you three would move forward so boldly and address other things so quickly that same night. I hope you can forgive me?" I was shocked by her admission. I did not think Polly did things that needed forgiving!

"Forgive you for what, Polly?" I asked.

She actually looked sheepish. "Those vitamins I had the nurse give you weren't really vitamins. It was Viagra! I wanted to make sure you didn't have any performance problems in your first appearance on stage. I now realize it was too much. And as for your reactions, well, a young buck like you with that much Viagra on board would probably get hard if you saw the Golden Gate Bridge, or a butterfly, or just if the wind blew in your face! So don't read too much significance into your getting excited when Sherry spanked you!"

I was aghast. "But what about the massive orgasms I had when she fucked me in the ass with that dildoe?"

Polly again looked sheepish. "Well, that was the real deal, kiddo. Also your ability to convert pain into erotic stimulation is real and frankly, amazing for someone so young and inexperienced. You still need to go forward with our standard private showing training protocols to explore those anal and oral experiences further, and I'll set that up. You may also be ready emotionally for some specialized training on pain and stimulation, too, but you will have to get in better shape to make it through that." 

"Better shape! I run 5 miles a day, climb trees for eight hours a day Monday through Friday, and do P90X every night. What more should I do?"

Polly smiled. "Get up to 10 miles of running, and we'll give you some specialized arm work to add in to your mix. When you get finished with your first four weeks of everyday climbing, you might be ready."

Suddenly it struck me. "That special training wouldn't involve working with Dana, would it?"

Polly smiled an evil smile. "Be careful what you wish for! But given your natural abilities, you will find it rewarding, and as you once asked me, yes, it would be worth it! Anything else you want to ask about before you go catch up on your sleep?"

I thought a minute. "What kind of conference is Sherry going to? What's Edith's real job?"

Polly looked very thoughtful. "I guess it's time you learned more. Sherry is going to a molecular genetics conference to present a paper that she co-wrote with Edith. Despite Edith's youth, she is one of the world's foremost experimental molecular geneticists. She is staying in her lab to finish a set of experiments that could provide a major breakthrough. 

Dick is the general manager of the lab and all our research operations. The paper they are presenting is just good enough to get them on the agenda; they are not ready to reveal their real results yet. Their main purpose for going is recruiting. We constantly search for the most promising biomedical scientists to work in our labs. Now get some sleep so you can hit the road in the morning and learn how logging crews work!"

I gave them both a hug and started for my room. "One more thing" Polly said. "I am going to set up an appointment for you after work on Wednesdays with Dr. Irene Shapiro, who will do some tests on you, and then some psychological training. She is a cognitive psychologist, and also part of our overall research efforts. She will ask you about what you felt during your experiences with Sherry, and the altered states of consciousness you appeared to reach."

Six AM rolled around very quickly. I said good morning to Liz as I entered the kitchen and grabbed a good breakfast from what she had set out. As I turned to leave, she grabbed my ass, then said "Edith said to give you that message!" 

My morning was looking up! I moved toward Liz and she said "no way, Jose', that's a one way conduit only!" 

I turned and stood right next to her, offering her my butt again, and said, "Any more messages for me?" She swatted me really hard, but I was learning to like that! I headed out to the truck and rolled for the bunkhouse. I was going out with a post survey crew all this week.

Post survey turned out to be a lot of work, and a lot more climbing than in climbing class. The survey crews laid out the plan for harvesting lumber and replanting trees based on a 300 year grand plan that was updated four times a year. That plan included the life cycle of the various trees, historical and forecast precipitation, temperature, a forecast for demand and market price of various grades of lumber, interest rates, and a dozen other variables. They laid out an efficient path for the powered logging equipment to cut and transport the trees in the target area, and the post survey crew would use their survey plan to cut samples from various grid squares and heights within the area, fell, sample and remove any diseased trees, and cut small stands of trees that could not be handled by the powered equipment because they were on difficult terrain, in too small an area, or contained a mix of trees that would be hard to separate later or were meant to be processed in special small batches for some specialized uses. As the new kid, I got the job of taking all of the samples. This was apparently the least fun and the most prone to error. I went to the various grid squares and then to the designated heights, cut samples, labeled them with the designators on the survey instructions, and put them in my truck. At the end of each day, I would drive the samples to the labs adjacent to the HQ building so they could be studied and cataloged. Three more weeks of this pace would certainly strengthen my legs considerably!

When I arrived at the HQ with the first set of samples, I approached the loading dock door nearest the lab and rang the bell. I was greeted by a very attractive young woman in a lab coat. She was about my age, tall, thin, but very sturdy looking, with active intelligent eyes and a nervous manner. "Hi." She said, "I'm Petra. I'm the lab technician who is in charge of initial processing on the samples." 

"Connor" I said, shaking her hand. "I'm the intern who cuts them and labels them. Please check my labels as I am told that is the part of the process most subject to error."

She smiled. "That's what they told me too, and I am also a summer intern. Where are you from?"

"My family lives in Connecticut. I just graduated high school and am doing an internship here rather than starting college right away. What about you?"

"I'm from DC. I was overjoyed to get this internship. I go back to school in September. Georgetown." She looked at me expectantly.

I said "I haven't seen you around the bunkhouse. I would have remembered!" She smiled again, and said "No, I guess its sex discrimination, but I stay in a small apartment complex a few miles from here with 3 other female interns. Is it really bunk beds where you stay?"

"Sure is" I laughed, "about 12 guys to a room! But I am usually so tired at night that nothing matters, I just fall asleep." She smiled again and said "That seems like a waste." 

"Maybe I'll be able to stay awake longer when I acclimate to all this climbing. I thought I was in pretty good shape, but I can tell my legs are still changing every day. Well I hope I'll see you around" 

She smiled and said "I'll look forward to it!"

Wednesday afternoon Connor took a shower and headed for his appointment with Dr. Shapiro, grabbing a sandwich and an apple to eat in the truck on the way there. He arrived at her office right on time and she opened the door and offered him a chair. Dr. Shapiro was short, short haired and short tempered; she wore thick glasses, a permanent frown, and a frumpy pants suit. "Well, Connor", she began, "I believe we have expanded our horizons considerably in our first few weeks here, wouldn't you say?" 

Connor looked at her directly. "I have certainly had new experiences that I never had in high school in suburban Connecticut. I'm not aware of what you have been up to."

She laughed. "I stand corrected. Tell me about what you experienced when you had multiple orgasms from anal stimulation!" 

Connor laughed. "That was definitely something new for me, Doctor. I heard rushing sounds, I saw green and purple shapes swimming behind my eyelids, and I felt to a certain extent like a spectator looking at my own body."

"Have you ever experienced any of those things before in other situations?" 

"Yes. I have heard the rushing sounds just before losing consciousness when I was ill with chicken pox when I was a young boy. I have seen the purple and green shapes, along with some black and yellow ones, many times when rubbing my eyes. But I have never before felt like I was looking onto my own body from the outside."

She looked serious. "I am going to teach you how to induce those shapes deliberately. First mechanically by rubbing your eyes as before, then by using biofeedback to produce them without mechanical pressure, and finally you will use them to enter various altered states of consciousness. After you master these techniques, you will be able to learn to control many aspects of your physiology: respiration, heart rate, skin temperature, and soon many other things."

Connor was curious. "So it's like those transcendental meditation gurus who can stop their hearts?"

"You will be able to do that, eventually, but I don't recommend it. But you will have a much more scientific and repeatable path to follow than via TM. You will also be able to control your moods, throw off the effects of drugs and alcohol, and bootstrap yourself out of depression or mania. You will also have the sometime useful ability to control your erections and ejaculations voluntarily."

That got Connor's attention! "Wow, Doc! I never heard of gurus being able to do that."

"Some of them can, but again you will have a much more complete skill set than they do. That is what we will be working on for the rest of the summer. 

"So I guess we could say that you are going to teach me mental masturbation?"

She grimaced. "I don't think so. I suspect you have engaged in that all your life! But pay attention to this work. If you master these skills earlier than scheduled, you can also learn to sense other people's moods and states of consciousness, which is even more useful. Now buckle down. I am going to teach you some exercises to do each night before you go to sleep, so you are ready for more lessons next Wednesday."

Connor got back to the bunkhouse about an hour before his normal bedtime, during the showing of the nightly movies in the dining hall. He raided the ice box and found a plastic container with his name on it. The cook had left him a couple of sandwiches, some carrots, pineapple chunks, and strawberries, which he quickly polished off, along with two bottles of spring water. 

He was going to head for bed early and do his mental exercises when he saw Petra at the same time she saw him. She was sitting with three other girls watching the movies. She silently walked over to Connor and spoke in his ear "I wondered where you were! We are now invited to come over here for supper and movies, which beats the heck out of watching TV at our apartment every night!"

Connor was surprisingly glad to see her. He leaned into her just to smell her, and realized he had to think of something to say! "You certainly smell a lot better than the dining hall!" he said without thinking. 

She smiled and put her lips right up to his ear, and breathed into it hotly before saying anything. Connor realized he might need to learn to control his erections, because he certainly had a big and involuntary one now! "I taste a lot better than the food here, too!" she said breathily. 

Connor gulped so loud she must have heard it. She laughed and said "let's go outside for some air. I realize you have an early wakeup call in the morning, so you can't stay up all night with me." Then she added impishly, "as nice as that might be!"

That ejaculation control lesson was sounding better and better. Connor said "unfortunately I have lots things that I have to do most weekends, and even some weeknights, but maybe we could plan to do something together?" 

Petra opened the door and they went out onto the porch, and sat in one of the big metal gliders. She naturally moved up right next to him, as it was already getting a little chilly. "You sound like my roommate Chrissy. She has 'social obligations' every Saturday night and appointments with some doctor every Tuesday night. I tried to get her to tell me more about her 'social obligations' but she just giggles and says I would like it, and that maybe I would have them next summer."

Connor wondered. "Has she been coming here for long?"

"This is her third summer. She says it is the best internship in the world, and that lots of people compete for each spot. I know my professor was impressed when I got it. Chrissie says if you do well you will probably get a great job doing research here at the labs where I work, which seems like a great place. Do you know where you are going to go to school?"

Connor paused. "No. My best friend went to Princeton, and my high school girlfriend went to Brown. I felt like I was too immature to go off to college, and was going to enlist in the Marine Corps before going to school. My dad convinced me to try this first."

Petra laughed "That means you are not immature, by the way. The immature people go off to school without even thinking about it. My old high school boyfriend graduated a year before I did, gave me the little speech about how we needed to grow and see other people, then went off to Duke, and flunked out! He turned up back home working in his dad's store and wanting to date me again like nothing happened! Jerk!"

Connor laughed. "I got the same speech from my girlfriend. She left for summer school two days after graduation, but she never mentioned Summer School plans before that!" 

Petra kissed his cheek. "Perhaps we can comfort in other?" It sounded good to Connor, but he knew he would have to check it out with Polly. Connor said "Maybe so. Will you be coming for dinner often?" 

Petra smiled in a very warm and mischievous way. "We are probably going to come here most weeknights. All the girls like the food and the company. But I was thinking maybe on Tuesday nights, when my roommate is away for her doctor's appointments that I would stay home. Perhaps I might entertain a gentleman caller?

Connor smiled too. "That's sounds nice. I will have to check with my supervisor this weekend, though. They have some strict rules about seeing other employees. How can I get in touch with you?" Petra gave him her phone number, and also showed him how to talk to her direct via the 'walkie-talkie' mode of the company cell phones. She gave him a strong hug, then left.




The Women in Blue Ch. 04



Connor did an hour of P90X, imagining straining against Petra in some of the exercises, and took another shower. Then he hit the bunk, and started through the visualization exercises that Dr. Shapiro had taught him. He closed his eyes and found he was able to direct and move the shapes quickly in the ways she suggested, and soon could call them up and manipulate them at will. He was anxious to learn more and see how this could eventually link up with erection control!

Connor saw Petra every afternoon when he dropped off samples, and each time he talked to her he was more and more taken with her. He was almost afraid to ask Polly about her and that Polly would declare Petra off limits. 

Friday afternoon he dropped off the samples he told Petra he had to go, but that he would talk to his supervisor and that when he brought the tree samples Monday afternoon maybe they could make plans for Tuesday night. She smiled and gave him a little kiss that was not totally chaste.

He drove to the main house, took a shower, and headed down to supper. Liz was out on the back porch cooking big rib eye steaks on a huge grill and they smelled incredible. Connor was hungry, but he also must have needed some iron, because his craving for the steaks was like an animal urge. 

Polly walked in and said "Time for a little red meat, Connor?"

He laughed. "I sure have a craving for it right now!" 

Polly laughed. "I bet you have a craving for Petra, too?"

Connor froze. How did she know that? I guess he shouldn't be surprised. She seemed to know everything before I did. He supposed he might as well tell her about it. "As a matter of fact, I really like her."

Polly smiled. "You always had good taste, Connor. You should definitely get to know Petra better. She is brilliant, beautiful, emotionally open and honest. In fact, you should do your best to make her a very satisfied woman. Be honest about your feelings and make her feel special. But don't mention anything I said about her other than it is okay to date her."

Connor asked "Is Petra going to be a lady in red?"

Polly smiled like a Cheshire cat. "She will in a few years, perhaps. Next year she will be a novice like you, and like her friend Chrissy is now. And by the way, Chrissy is completely off limits for you."

Connor laughed. "I've never met Chrissy. I just know she has used the phrase 'social obligations' with Petra to explain her absences on Saturday nights."

Polly laughed again. "Chrissy is a gorgeous tall redhead that all the boys chase. She will certainly know who you are, though. Her first night in the audience was your stage debut! She was quite impressed!"

Connor blushed. He would have to be careful in what he said and how he acted around Chrissy. Liz had finished putting out the food and they went through the line. Polly made Connor take two steaks, and told him he would need the iron to keep up with Petra. Polly said he had some private showing work scheduled for tonight, and that he would be required to be in the audience for all the plays Saturday night. 

Dana strutted in with a full plate and gave Connor a predatory smile. "Polly tells me you are trying to get in shape for some sessions with me!" she said. "I am not sure you are up to the challenge, but try to eat plenty of red meat in the next few weeks!" She put her hand on Connor's butt cheek and gave it very suggestive squeeze, then a smarting slap as she headed out the door. 

Connor headed toward the main hall to find out his assignment for the private showings. One of the ladies in red was manning the desk in the hall outside the 'viewing rooms', and gave him a script with the room assignment on the front page. He turned to walk toward the room and flipped to the script and read it. 

"Phillippa is a 42 year old woman who cannot express what she needs sexually. She must learn to tell her partners exactly what she wants and how she wants it, rather than hoping they will magically guess what she likes and do it for her. She has been told that you are a high end male escort that will do anything she wants for an hour, and you will. But she does not know that at the end of the hour, you will turn the tables on her and make her do what you want. Try to figure out what she really needs to get turned on and make her do it." 

Connor opened the door and walked into the room, which had normal furniture including a big brass bed plus one of the leather chaise lounges with all the 'extra fixtures'. Phillippa was a petite, plain looking woman with brown hair and brown eyes. She wore little makeup, no jewelry, and a very unflattering dress, but she had a trim and very nice figure. Her legs were well muscled and her shoulders, bared by the dress, were strong and well defined. She started to smile at Connor, and then smirked instead. She stood up and spoke harshly "You are late!"

Connor played along. "I got here as soon as I could, and I am here to do anything you please!" 

Phillippa was trying to do a Dominatrix number on Connor, but it did not ring true. For one thing, it did not excite him at all the way Sherry had. Secondly, she seemed to be tentatively watching his reaction, rather than enjoying herself in the role. But he would play along for a while.

She walked up close to him. "Strip!" she yelled. "On your knees and put your hands behind your head!" The facile way she used the phrase gave him a clue, and looking at her eyes he made a connection. She was a cop! She had cop's eyes like the CWO's at the navy bases where he had lived. They looked guarded, wary, constantly searching and suspicious. She was watching, but she also looked like she was being watched and was worried about it. Connor slowly stripped off his clothes, keeping eye contact and watching her reactions closely. She took in every inch of him as it was exposed, and she was interested, but still inhibited somehow. He knelt just in front of her, maintaining eye contact. 

She put one leg up on the coffee table nearby, spread her legs slightly, and said "put your arms behind your back and eat me!"

Connor began to kiss her leg just above the knee, slowly and tantalizingly. She sighed in pleasure but then fought to get back into her role. She grabbed his head and pushed it right to her pussy. He began to eat her gently, and she sighed again and closed her eyes. But suddenly she opened her eyes and tried to take control again. "Close your eyes!" she screamed. "And make me come quickly." Connor could tell she was trying to stay in control, but not successfully. He began using all the tricks that Polly had taught him, and soon Phillippa's eyes were closed again and she was pushing forward into his face as he worked on her. She shuddered a little and squirted a little juice on his face. If not for that squirt he would not have thought she came. She quickly opened her eyes and looked like she had been caught doing something wrong. She tried to get control again.

"Lie on the bed on your back, and you better keep it up for me!" she yelled. 

Connor complied, his erection pointing straight at the ceiling. She climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto his cock. She was very wet, but still quite tight, and she slowly let herself down about halfway, and then began riding up and down on him. She slowly lowered herself further until he was fully inside her, then closed her eyes and began to move slowly up and down, circling her hips languidly and lingering at the bottom of each motion. 

Connor looked around and noticed that the brass bed has long silk ties knotted around the four bedposts within easy reach. He saw that her nipples were fully erect and her eyes were still closed, and there was a quirky smile on her face. She looked really beautiful as she moved, with her breasts firm, her abdominal muscles pumping, and that Mona Lisa smile on her face. Sweat broke out on her brow, as she was exerting herself and using Connor's cock to full advantage. Soon she shook her head back and forth, and then bottomed out on his cock. She slowed her motion for just a moment, then started the up and down routine again. Connor thrust up against her in time, getting a little more penetration than before. He thought she was about to come, but then she opened her eyes and had that nervous "somebody is looking" expression on her face again. 

She looked down at Connor and frowned. "Close your eyes and keep it up!" she yelled. She strained and worked but kept her eyes open and did not seem to get her groove back. She was now pounding Connor as hard as she could, but making no more progress on getting herself off. She was clearly frustrated and taking it out on Connor, but soon stopped and fell onto the side of the bed and sobbed in frustration. Connor rolled over to hold her, and at first she pushed him away. Finally she stayed still and continued to be racked with sobs, crying against his shoulder.

Connor murmured to her, and then got one of his hunches. He grabbed the silk ties and tied one around each of her wrists without her even realizing it. She buried her face in the bedclothes and would not look at him, so he quickly shared her feet and tied them to the brass bed frame, too. He tightened them up, and she realized she was snared, with one foot and one wrist tied to the head of the bed, and one foot and one wrist tied to the foot of the bed. She was naked and face down. She struggled against the ties but could do nothing to free herself. She turned her head and looked over her right shoulder to see Connor smiling as he surveyed her naked back and legs spread wide. 

"You really do have a nice ass and strong, good looking legs!" he said. "I think I am really going to enjoy having my turn with you."

She glared at him. "What do you mean 'your turn'?"

"Connor laughed. "You had your turn, and now I am going to take mine. But I am not limited to one hour. I am going to take my time and do whatever I want. And you are going to do whatever I want, too!"

Connor saw her script on the coffee table, and read it aloud. "Your escort will do whatever you want for an hour, and then he will have some surprises for you. Go along with whatever he wants."

She struggled again, writhing in futility. "But I thought that meant you would ask me what to do!"

Connor laughed again. "Not this time, beautiful. I am going to do exactly what gets me off! If you please me, then I might take requests after I get everything I want. You know this room is completely soundproofed and isolated, and no one but you and I will ever know what happened in here. And you also know you have absolutely no control over what happens next and no responsibility or accountability for it."

She tried to struggle some more but could not budge the silk ties. Connor kneeled next to the bed between her legs and began to caress them. "You know, Phillippa, I am sort of a 'legs and ass' kind of guy, and yours really get me going." He ran both hands all over her legs and then squeezed her buttocks. 

She stopped struggling and just remained still. As he groped her legs with his hands she began to breathe more deeply and he smelled a wave of excitement from her pussy. He smiled and said "I think your pussy likes me!"

He spread her legs even further with his hands and she shivered. "What are you going to do?" she asked. 

He smiled and laughed. "I am going to hug and kiss every square millimeter of your fine legs and tight little ass. And then, I am going to return to the places I found most interesting, juicy, and/or tasty and give them my undivided attention! In depth attention, if you know what I mean." He started at her feet and spent a long time touching, kissing and licking her, complete with running commentary. "Nice calves. Oh I like the back of your knees. I like the way your thighs quiver when I lick them! You really have nice thighs." 

He bit the back of her legs lightly and she quivered again and another wave of odor escaped her pussy. He had arrived just at the junction of where leg becomes ass or vice versa. One of his favorite areas. He bit her lightly and she squirmed. She was literally gushing from her pussy, putting out ten times as much juice as before when she came while he was eating her out. It also smelled even better. He kissed her ass cheeks and continued kissing all the way to the small of her back, then used his hands to pull her cheeks apart. She said "Oh My God" as he blew his hot breath onto her.

He began licking all around her anus but never quite touching it, but getting close enough to blow more hot air on it. He could not resist more commentary. "Your little asshole is a beautiful rosebud" he breathed, and just lightly touched his tongue to it. "But I don't think it is getting enough attention. It looks really tight. I just have to kiss it!" He very lightly flicked his tongue against it, without pushing into it at all. 

She thrashed her head from side to side and muttered "Oh, oh, oh!" as he touched her. Her pussy was now frothing and wetting the sheets very strongly. He decided to use one of the 'training techniques" that Polly had taught him. He bit one of her cheeks pretty strongly to distract her as he slipped one finger and then two into her pussy. She was so wet and hot they went in effortlessly and he quickly found her G spot by its squishy and ripe feel. He then synchronized his tongue thrusts into her asshole with the motions of his fingers. When he sensed she was just about to come, he thrust his tongue as far into her ass as he could. She came and he felt her pussy contract against his fingers and the muscles of her ass grip his tongue. She screamed and then sighed. 

He repeated the whole exercise again and she came even harder. He sucked on her ass, creating strong suction. She drew in her breath again, and he told her "Phillippa, I absolutely love your little rosebud. If it delicious and nutritious! It is a wonder of the modern world." 

He switched his mouth to her pussy, and slipped a finger in her ass. She moaned deep down in her throat as he pushed it in a bit. Her ass was really tight. She finally said "no one have ever done that to me! I never even imagined it could be like that. But I have never.... I mean it has never been....."

Connor left his finger at its present depth and licked her clit until she came again. When she did he slipped his finger a little deeper into her ass. He did it again. She moved back against him to get more of it in her ass.

"Oh God!" she said huskily. "I never thought I would want a dick in my ass!" She sounded like she was surprised. Welcome to the club, Connor thought. 

He kissed her ass cheeks again and said "You are not quite ready for that yet, and your beautiful butt has me so hard I am afraid I would hurt you. So like a good little slut you are going to suck me off first to soften me up a little."

He moved around to the front of the bed, grabbed her head with his hands, and put his cock in her mouth. She was now really turned on and she began to suck him greedily. He kept up the running commentary. "Oh yeah. Very nice. Suck a little harder. Take me a little deeper. Oh yeah." 

She had her eyes closed and was in another world, totally concentrating on his cock. He began to thrust deeper into her and she opened wider to accommodate him. Soon she was taking at all and sucking hard. He felt his orgasm building, and told her so. "Okay, beautiful! I am going to come and you are going to swallow every drop!"

And with that he shot his first spurt into her mouth. She stopped sucking for a moment and swallowed, then resumed suction as he shot again. It felt fantastic and he told her so! 

"Suck it all out of me you beautiful slut! Harder! Oh yeah!" She was pumping and sucking like a six month old calf. Finally he realized he had shot his load and there was nothing else to shoot. She continued to suck hard, and he never lost his erection. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and knelt down and told her she was beautiful and then kissed her deeply. 

The he moved back around behind her. He spread her cheeks with his hands and stuck his tongue as far into her as it could, and moved it around wildly inside her ass. She bucked and screamed, and pushed back against him. He slapped his dick against her butt cheeks and she whimpered. Then he remembered Polly's teaching about not being really good at something until you had been on both sides of it. Then he remembered how roughly Sherry had treated him. He gave Phillippa one quick and hard slap on each butt cheek.

"You are really beautiful, but you are a naughty little slut aren't you? He said loudly.

"Yes." She sobbed.

He caressed her butt gently. "What happens to naughty girls?"

"They get spanked" she cried.

"Yes they do!" He gave her three slaps left, right and then repeated the sequence, hard. Her breath came in sobs and rasps, rapid and loud.

"And if you are not just naughty, but also have a cute, tight little ass, then what happens?" he shouted.

"You get fucked in the ass!" she screamed in frustration. She was ready. 

He teased once more. "What do you want, slut!"

"I want to be fucked in the ass!" she screamed again.

He laughed. "Not that you deserve it, but I am going to give you what you want. I am going to pick up a little lube from that greasy, smelly pussy of yours, and then it's up the poop chute for you, slut!"

He bent to his task and made a few thrusts into her pussy. It was so wet and thick it was like sticking your dick in mayonnaise jar! Then he positioned himself at her ass and began to enter her. Despite her level of excitement, and the lubrication, she was still very tight. He pushed forward, felt her loosen a bit, and then pushed forward again. It took some time to even get halfway in. She was frantic. He knew many women could not come from anal stimulation. Maybe because they did not have a prostate gland to be stimulated. He knew some could come because they had "mapped" anal pleasure onto vaginal or clitoral pleasure via training methods like Polly used. He was not sure where Phillippa was on that spectrum, but she was certainly enjoying herself. She wheezed her breath in synchrony with his thrusts. He was now getting about three quarters of his length into her, and beginning to increase the frequency of his thrusts. She felt so hot and tight on his cock that it was unbelievable. 

He decided to tell her so. "That is one tight little ass you have there, slut. I really like it. I can't wait to come in it." That seemed to resonate with her; she began breathing even more loudly. Suddenly he was overcome by the impulse to penetrate her and come as deep inside her as he could. He ignored her noises and responses and just fucked her ass as deep and hard as he could. He had already come once, so it took a while. But soon the tide rose inside him and he pulled her hair and spanked her again as he spurted inside her ass.

She was gasping, crying, and laughing all at once. He untied her arms and legs, and then curled up with her on the bed, 'spoons' style with her in front of him. He held her tight and kissed hers shoulders and neck and she quieted down and their breathing slowed. 

"So how did a nice cop like you end up in a place like this?" he asked her.

She froze, and then said "I used to be a cop, a long time ago. How did you know?"

I told her about her eyes, and the Navy CWO's in the shore patrol, and how I guessed she needed to just relax and not be under the microscope so much to let herself go sexually. "What do you do here?" I asked her.

"I'm in charge of security for the labs. I was a cop while I went to undergraduate school and law school, then became an FBI agent, and then took this job after I had enough years in for federal retirement. Polly found me, I am not sure how, then was relentless until I had agreed to come here." She snuggled against him. 'I guess I do have a hard time with trust issues."




The Women in Blue Ch. 04



Connor sighed with her. "Relationships are all about risk and trust. I guess being a cop gives you a lot of experience with risk and what happens when trust is broken. But you I think you can trust the people Polly introduces you too. I doubt the FBI could do a more extensive check on them!"

She laughed. "I can testify to the incredible thoroughness of the background checks, because I supervise them! I'm not sure about the medical things but Polly is generally very thorough. But how does she understand so much about the psychological and sexual side of things?

Connor considered that. "I think she has either made the mistakes herself, or seen enough other people make the mistakes, so that she now understands thoroughly what not to do. I think if you boil all her stuff down, it really says don't keep doing things over and over if they have never worked for you. Try something different even if it is new and scary. I think she figured that out for you tonight."

Phillippa laughed. "Well I think I certainly demonstrated that what I had been doing before and what I tried tonight failed miserably. But how did she know what I needed to really get me off? How did you know?"

Connor laughed too. "I think she has probably seen it before. People who are basically in jobs where they have to be in control and accountable all the time often want to escape that sometimes. I have read lots of stories about Wall Street tycoons, powerful politicians, and military leaders who have to be tied up and whipped before they can come. I'm sure Polly knew what she was doing when she had those ties put in there, and she figured I would get the clue based on some of the training she has given me."

"Have you been tied up, spanked and fucked in the ass?" Phillippa asked challengingly.

Connor looked her right in the eye. The comment the admiral made about him being able to relate to everyone and understand their view point hit home. "Well, let's just say that Polly teaches that you can never really be good at something until you have been on both sides of the action." He gave her a playful kiss.

She held his head in her hands and pushed him back away a few inches from her face and looked at him skeptically. He met her gaze evenly.

He said "I also know that there are some things that one never thought for a moment that one would enjoy can actually be wonderful when you experience them. I never would have known how to tell someone what I wanted when I didn't know myself!" He began to kiss her again and she responded warmly, and soon was astride her in the conventional 'missionary position' and they both came quickly again. 

She lay back languidly on the bed and said "I guess I should have Polly arrange all my dates. She certainly has a better track record than I do!"

Connor laughed. "She sure has done well for me, too! She has turned the normal order of things around, too. We had great sex, and now we are getting to know each other as people. But we already have a high level of trust and respect for each other, and Polly eliminated most of the risk before we met."

Phillippa looked thoughtful. "Well, tell me how a nice young man like you ended up in bed with an old cop like me?

Connor laughed "Well, I was about to go off to college and realized I was not ready. I was immature and confused, and I had virtually no experience with people in the real world. My solution was to join the Marine Corps. My father convinced me to wait long enough to do a 'summer internship' with a 'timber company' and here I am."

Phillippa asked "Did you father know what really went on here? What does he do for a living?"

Connor said "He was in the Navy. We moved all over the world when I was a kid. He retired as a two star about 5 years ago and took a job as a director of a private investment firm in New York. My folks live in Connecticut now. He used to serve with Polly's husband in the Navy. I suppose he knew about all this, but he just told me to try to learn the business and to trust Polly and not talk about my 'social obligations' to anyone, even him and Mom."

Phillippa laughed heartily. "Well, you are certainly getting some 'real world experience' here, that's for sure!"

The bell rang indicating that private session time was over. He gave Phillippa a long kiss and then they got dressed and went into the main hall to tell everyone goodnight. He went up to his room, and thought about Phillippa, and Petra, and Polly, and fell asleep before he could even do his visual exercises. But he dreamed about Petra.



The Women in Blue Ch. 05



Chapter 05

Hot American Love Is Coming! 

Connor woke up early Saturday morning -- way too early for breakfast yet. He had forgotten to ask Dana and Polly what kind of 'extra arm work' he needed, so he did a little internet research work. Dana's spectacular rope work on stage made him think of trapeze artists from the circus. He found lots of examples of workouts for trapeze skills, and then he looked at exercises for gymnasts. He found dozens of good exercises that he could do without special equipment: dips, pull-ups, pushups and others so he cribbed the schedule for reps and tests to move up to more. He even found some 'erotic trapeze' routines. Then a thought struck him and he looked up what kind of workouts he would have been doing if he had actually enlisted in the Marines. He found standards for pull-ups, crunches and a 3 mile run, but he was already working well in excess of those standards. He found tougher standards for Army Ranger School and Navy BUDS and he decided to work towards them, especially on the push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups. He remembered his father telling him the 'training secret' of Mohammed Ali: do each exercise until it hurts, then do 100 more. 

He used a spreadsheet to lay out a progress schedule week by week for the rest of the summer, then dressed in his workout stuff and went out onto one of the running trails. He sprinted to each mile marker, did each new exercise using the 'hurt plus 100 more' plan, and then sprinted to the next mile marker. When he completed his normal five mile course, his heart was pumping well above his target training rate and he was pushing himself just to finish. He made it back to the house and took a fast shower, then headed for breakfast, ravenously hungry. 

Liz was alone in the kitchen, as everyone else seemed to be sleeping in, but she must have seen him coming in from his running course, because she said "looks like you need some extra protein this morning, hotshot!" She made him a big omelet with goat cheese and mushrooms, plus tomatoes, jalapenos, and onions, and a big tumbler of orange juice and some spring water. He polished it off so fast that she made him two pieces of toast topped with crunchy peanut butter and a glass of milk and he wolfed those down too. Liz watched him and said "We might need to check you for a tapeworm or a hollow leg".

Connor smiled. "You can check out my legs anytime you want Liz, all three of them!" 

She laughed "In your dreams, kiddo. But I'll tell you what. Do you have a workout schedule laid out?"

Connor was not sure what she was driving at, but he told her his goals for the end of the summer for sit-ups, pushups, pull-ups, and a 5 mile run time. She smiled thoughtfully and wrote them down in the notepad she carried with her. 

"Where did you get these standards?" she asked. 

I told her about the BUDS tests and my almost enlistment in the Marines. 

She smiled. "For BUDS there is also a swim test, and you should work on holding your breath."

"How do you know that?" Connor asked.

She smiled again. "My little brother is a SEAL officer, and I am a professional trainer and motivational specialist. So I'll make you a motivational offer. If you can meet all these standards, plus the swim standard which I will look up and tell you about, on or before the last day of August, I'll give you a one hour demonstration of my personal workout routine, which is done Bikram style -- naked and in a hot room." 

Connor smiled appreciatively. "Do I have to be naked, too?"

"Yep" she said. "And I am interested to see if you can watch me without being intimidated!" 

Connor looked her up and down. "I might be in danger of infatuation, but not intimidation!"

She smiled. "Good answer! Now go work on your swimming!

Connor thought of the hidden grotto, but that was for social and recreational swimming. There was an 'endless pool' in the house and he decided to add that into his schedule too. 

Just as he was about to leave the kitchen, Polly came in and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I want you to arrive a little early to your assigned viewing room tonight, Connor, as I want to introduce you to a few folks before the curtain goes up." The she was off to talk to someone else just sitting down to breakfast.

Connor changed to swim trunks and made his way to the endless pool and dialed up the pace for the mile swim he had completed a few years ago for a swimming merit badge. He completed it easily, feeling none of the fatigue he remembered, but he felt like he was fighting the water all the way rather than really mastering it and swimming efficiently. He dialed up another mile and tried to be 'one with the water' like his swimming coach used to say. He got a little better, and at the end of the second mile, when he was winded, he tried to hold his breath underwater. By his count, he had a long way to go to make the BUDS standard.

As he emerged from the water, he saw Liz watching. "You have NO natural talent for swimming, do you Connor?"

He agreed. "It was easy for me to learn when I was a kid, and I can keep my head above water and survive, but I have never been smooth" he admitted.

Liz said "let's move over to the regular pool and I think I can show you something."

Connor laughed "I'm sure you could!"

"About swimming!" she protested. She skinned off her long tee shirt to reveal a skin tight one piece suit that displayed her long and ropey musculature. She looked like a born swimmer and perhaps a great candidate for casting in the next Atlantis movie. She jumped into the water with almost no noise and no splash, and the wetness of her suit made her look even hotter, and Connor hadn't even seen her from the rear yet.

She had Connor float on his back, adjusting his posture and coaching his breathing until he was floating comfortably and maintaining his position without any skeletal muscle effort except his breathing. Then she showed him how different breathing patterns would lead to a different time course of his buoyancy and 'draw' in the water. "Your breathing has developed only as a land based runner, and you have to relearn it for swimming if you are going to be a decent swimmer." She had him memorize three different breathing patterns until he could reproduce them on command and shift between them in one breath.

Then she had him begin swimming on his back using just a simple, low excursion repetitive kick with no arm motion, and then showed him that using the three different breathing patterns markedly changed his speed through the water. It was a revelation to Connor how much the breathing modulated the kick and his progress through the water. She made him do several laps kicking with the least effective breathing pattern, then several with the most effective. Connor was amazed at how much easier it was to make progress with the more efficient breathing technique. Liz had him float again while she reiterated "You can see that your breathing affects everything that happens when you swim. If your breathing is not right, you have to fight it with the rest of your muscles and doing so wears you out much faster. In your case, you are also not using your lung capacity as you should, even when you breathe on dry land."

She gave him some additional exercises to do, and suggested that he join her in one of the HQ labs on Sunday afternoon, so she could do some spirometry and other lab work to help with his breathing. Then she had him flip over onto his abdomen and put his hands on the side of the pool, and then flutter kick steadily against the resistance of the pool wall. She began palpating his gluts and other leg muscles in a very no nonsense manner as he worked. "My, Connor, you have overdeveloped your 'land lubber' muscles and have some real deficits in some important swimming muscles. We will have to work on that."

She then changed her touch to a very sensuous one, lingering on the inside of his thighs and buttocks. "You have some very weak muscles that you can only develop well in the water, and until you develop those, you will never be able to do a really good job of sexual penetration. At least, not the way I like it!"

She then vaulted out of the water effortlessly, again with little noise and splash, seemingly leaping right from the water to the sidewalk without even using the pool bottom or the sides. "Let's have lunch together at 1300 hrs Sunday, and then we'll do a couple of hour's worth of measurements on you." She walked sensuously out of the pool area, and Connor realized he was staring at her swaying behind with his mouth hanging open. His breathing was certainly affected. 

Realizing how exhausted he was, he made his way back to his bedroom, set his alarm to make sure he awoke in time for dinner, laid on the bed, and practiced his visualization exercises, finding he could manipulate the phosphenic images even more easily than before. On a whim, he tried the three different breathing routines that Liz had shown him, and discovered that he could change the patterns and frequency of the images with his breathing. He learned the visual patterns associated with steady breathing in each breathing pattern, and found they were repeatable. He then stopped the conscious control of his breathing and simply relaxed, reverting to autonomic breathing. The visual patterns returned to his 'normal' relaxation patterns. He then tried to control the visual shapes again, visualizing them changing back to the way they did when he was consciously breathing in the set patterns, and discovered that his unconscious breathing was now being shaped into the designated breathing exercises. He suddenly recalled Dr. Shapiro's plan to teach him how to control his breathing and other autonomic nervous system events, and realized he would have a lot to ask her about on Wednesday! But he soon fell into a seemingly dreamless sleep: at least he had no dreams he would remember.

Polly and the Admiral were secluded in the room next to Connor's. The Admiral was on the couch reading a book silently, while Polly was seated in a lotus position on a small mat with her eyes closed. The video screens were dark and the audio was off. Suddenly her eyes popped open and a big smile lit up her face. She drew in a big breath and the Admiral looked up at her expectantly. "Bingo!" she cried softly. "I just felt him! He is changing his breathing."

The Admiral shook his head and whistled lowly. "This kid just keeps exceeding expectations. Let's be sure to talk to Irene Shapiro about this before dinner. And no crowing and bragging, yet, Polly! Just give her the facts." Polly smiled coyly, but internally she exalted. They headed back to their master bedroom to get ready for tonight's festivities.

Connor awoke to the beeping of his alarm, which meant that the music had already been playing for 10 minutes and he had not responded. He got up and showered, dressed, and headed down to supper. As usual, he was hungry as hell. 

He milled about in the reception area and spoke to the people around him. He was learning names now, something he was not really that good at, but he was improving. He met several people who were researchers at the labs, and waved at Eddie Edgarsen, Edith's brother, and his wife who Connor had so lusted after during his first Saturday night viewing. Sherry and Dick waved hello, as did the blond supermodel type he saw on stage on his first Saturday night. Connor went over and introduced himself. She laughed and said "we have seen each other on stage, but never met" and introduced herself as Sally Sundstrom, originally from Iceland. Connor laughed remembering his initial fantasy about Edith. 

Connor asked Sally if she had ever worked for Icelandic Air. She laughed "Yes, but as a pilot!" 

Connor smiled and said without thinking "That's so much hotter than being a flight attendant!"

Sally said "I could tell you said that without thinking, but it was definitely the right thing to say!" She leaned over to kiss his cheek, and casually put her hand gently on his hip, then sashayed away. Connor was stunned to find his heart beating rapidly. They say some good things happened to you when you aren't expecting them!

The supper bell rang and Connor's appetite responded like one of Dr. Pavlov's dogs. He was famished. He looked around for seating cards and found himself seated with Edith, Liz and two couples he did not know. Introductions were made all around. One couple was introduced as Doctor Adelle Michaud and her husband, Doctor Remy Michaud. Remy was a research biophysicist recently recruited away from Stanford, and Adelle remained at Stanford, working in the admissions office. The other two folks were a married couple that were both salespeople for the timber operation, Jennie and Johnny Jackson. They traveled all over the world keeping up with market trends and educating potential customers on the advantages of their timber products.

As Connor was holding out Edith's chair for her, he looked at the next table and saw a spectacular young girl looking directly at him. She was at least six feet tall, with wide shoulders and a powerful frame, billowing copper hair, a very pretty face, perfect freckled skin, and perfect hazel eyes. She smiled brilliantly and he returned it involuntarily. He also suffered an instant and almost debilitating erection. This must be Chrissy! He decided to sit down while he still could! 

Edith whispered in his ear "Down boy, off limits!" 

Damn, Connor thought, does everybody know my business?

The supper courses began to be served and Connor barely followed the conversations while he tried to satisfy his hunger. He downed the soup, two rolls, and most of his salad before he was able to fully concentrate on the conversions around him. He was enjoying the Jackson's war stories about their travels, especially the one about navigating the maze to get their lumber accepted and sold under the Japanese grading systems. Both Drs Michaud asked him pointedly about his college plans, and offered to help him move forward to apply to Stanford, if he wanted to. Connor said he was not sure if his grades and SAT would get him in to Stanford. Adelle said "I can assure you that they will."

The main course was served and Connor noticed two portions of fish on his plate, along with lots of green beans, asparagus, and squash. It was delicious and he began to feel comfortably full when the fresh berries and cream arrived. Life was good. Then he looked over at Chrissy laughing animatedly at the next table, and he felt hunger again. Damn that forbidden fruit!

The lights flashed and everyone began to move to the staircase and to the viewing rooms. Connor found his assigned room and saw he was with The Jacksons, Edith, and Dick and Sherry. He sat with Edith next to him on a little love seat, and continued the conversation about sales and traveling with the Jacksons. He tried to avoid thinking about Chrissy as the lights fell and the electrochromic glass became transparent. 

Suddenly the stage lights came up brightly and Connor recognized Phillippa standing alone on stage. She was dressed in a lady in green dress and looked absolutely radiant. She was standing tall and proud with a smile as bright as a halogen floodlight. Edith reached over and squeezed his thigh and said "Phillippa is no longer the oldest living lady in red; she is a new and very proud lady in green! I have to give you some credit, Kiddo, you helped her flush out her pipes when no one else could."

Connor had another hunch, a very strong one. "Has she propositioned you yet?" 

Edith actually looked shocked. "No she would never do that! I hardly know her." She was clearly unnerved. "I don't think she looks at me that way."

Connor snorted like Polly. "Trust me, Edith, she wants to fall to her knees and worship you as much as I do!"

Edith shook her head. "She will never ask me. You're crazy!"

Connor snorted again. "How about a little wager then?"

Edith hissed "What to you plan to bet?"

Connor squeezed her knee. "When she asks you to spend the night with her, you have to tell her yes, but only if she submits to you completely and makes it a threesome with me!"

Edith considered the bet. "And if she doesn't ask me in say, 30 days?"

Connor had not considered the payoff if he lost, as he was certain he was reading Phillippa correctly. He had to think fast. "I'll give you a blank check. What do you want?"

Edith considered being really cruel and saying he couldn't do anything she really wanted. But that wasn't true. But was he ready for what she really wanted? "Okay, I'll let you know when you lose!"

They both turned their attention to the stage. Phillippa took off her green dress, revealing her cutout bra and garters with no panties, and looking even better and happier than before. She turned offstage and confidently motioned for someone to come join her. Connor saw a silhouette of a tall woman walk in from offstage. When she stepped into the light, he realized it was Chrissy, dressed in a short white dress. Her eyes were wide as she looked out and realized there was an audience watching her every move. Connor was electrified. Not with sympathy, as he discovered he wanted to be the one controlling her!

Phillippa snapped her fingers and motioned for Chrissy to kneel in front of her. When Chrissy turned and kneeled, it became apparent she was wearing no panties under the short dress. She was still tall, even kneeling, and her shoulders were wide and impressive. Phillippa moved forward and grasped the young girl's hair with both hands and twisted it up into a pony tail with rubber band. Then she grabbed the pony tail and directed Chrissy to her pussy and pulled her face close to it. Chrissy hesitated, and then began to move her head slowly, obviously licking and sucking at Phillippa's snatch. Phillippa closed her eyes and lolled her head back, obviously enjoying the young girl's efforts. 

She only lightly touched the younger woman's ponytail now, as Chrissy seemed to need little further encouragement. Her motions became more vigorous and she reached up and grabbed Phillippa's ass checks with both hands, really diving in to her pussy. Connor noted his feelings not of protectiveness for Chrissy, but the desire to dominate her instead of letting Phillippa do it. The he realized what Polly was setting up here: by working with Connor yesterday, Phillippa had discovered and accepted her need to be dominated; now she was working the other side of the act on Chrissy. Connor could tell, even through the glass, that Phillippa was now able to pull off the Dominatrix role convincingly. He could also tell that Chrissy was buying it, too. 

The audience could now see Chrissy's bright red pubic patch as she undulated her hips in time with the motions of her head working on Phillippa, and it glistened with moisture in the stage lights. Phillippa again grabbed the young girl's pony tail and ground her pubis against Chrissy's mouth. She threw her head back and churned her hips, and cried out in exultation as she came. She held Chrissy's head up so she was forced to look Phillippa in the eyes, and said mockingly "That's a good start!" and then shoved her head into her crotch again. This only served to excite Chrissy more, and she renewed her languid head motions as a deep red blush spread across her ass and legs. Phillippa reached down and tore the white dress, which obviously was a stage garment with hook and ring fabric closures, off of Chrissy and threw it on the stage floor. 

Being naked seemed to excite Chrissy even more. She spread her legs even further apart, completely exposing her ass and pussy to the audience, and moved her hips up and down like she was fucking some imaginary cock. Clear fluid now dripped down her thighs, highlighted by the stage lights as she moved up and down.




The Women in Blue Ch. 05



Edith ran her hand up Connor's leg and whispered hotly in his ear "My, my! What a hot little number that redhead is!" and his erection threatened to escape his pants.

Phillippa came again, loudly, and Chrissy sighed and hummed in delight. Phillippa pushed her down to sit on the floor and then motioned to someone else off stage. A big blonde man walked on to join them. He was at least 6 foot 6 inches with a bodybuilder's look and a long but flaccid cock. He stood in front of the women and then Phillippa again took Chrissy by the ponytail and directed her mouth to his cock. Phillippa leaned down and spoke into Chrissy's ear, apparently giving her directions. They must have been effective, because the guy's cock grew rapidly as the audience sat spellbound. It wasn't as big and long as Dick's monster, but it was still impressive. Soon Phillippa positioned the man sitting on one of the 'special' chaise lounges with him facing the audience, then had him recline and hold onto some handgrips that she had positioned just above his shoulders. His cock stood straight up and then Phillippa lowered herself down onto to it, with her legs astride him and also facing her audience. She was glistening with wetness but it was still a tight fit. She motioned for Chrissy to come over and she kneeled down between their legs and began to lick them both. 

The audience could now see Chrissy's ass and Phillippa's face, and the man's knees, but could not see his cock entering Phillippa. But Phillippa's face told the story well. She came again, shaking her head from side to side. She stopped her motion for a moment, and then began it again. The man rose to meet her thrusts, and Chrissy's head bobbed up and down trying to remain in contact with them. The ladies in red then revealed some new stagecraft as a portion of the stage rotated 45 degrees, bringing more of the action into view of the audience. The first thing Connor noticed was all the red skin tones: the blond man's skin was flushed; Phillippa's labia and thighs were rubifacted, and Chrissy's flushed red face was topped by her bobbing copper ponytail. Then he focused on Chrissy's pink tongue. She was being very creative as she alternated between Phillippa's labia and clitoris, and the man's cock. 

Suddenly the man began to grunt, and he pulled out of Phillippa and shot off straight up between the two women. Semen landed on Phillippa's breasts and abdomen, and Chrissy's face and hair. Chrissy watched it shoot out, and then took the man's penis in her mouth and her cheeks hollowed as she drained the last few drops. Then she focused on Phillippa's breasts and nipples and gingerly licked them clean. Phillippa got up, turned and straddled the man's face, grinding her pussy into his face again. Phillippa was clearly approaching another orgasm rapidly. Chrissy moved around in front facing Phillippa, took Phillippa's head in her hands as Phillippa kissed Chrissy on the mouth and then suckled on Chrissy's nipples. The center portion of the stage rotated again, and just as it swiveled into view, Connor saw Chrissy's smiling face, with a little drop of come on her chin as Phillippa came noisily and sucked hard on Chrissy's nipples. Then the lights went down.

Connor realized that he had been holding his breath, and that Edith had been gripping his thigh strongly. They both let out an explosive breath, and Edith said "Wow, maybe I am hoping she calls me now!" Connor could not speak, but the image of Chrissy's smiling face was burned into his memory. 

The lights came up in their viewing room, and Edith removed her hand from his leg. Connor got up and grabbed a sparkling water from the ice bucket in the viewing room. He downed it quickly and wiped some perspiration from his brow. His breathing was just returning to normal when the lights went down in their room again, the stage lights came up and the second act started. 

Five men stood on stage in their tux shirts and jackets, but nothing on below the waist. They varied in height from left to right, with the man on the left being about 5' 2" and the one on the right about 6' 5". They were all very muscular and toned. They were holding their hands over their cocks protectively so the audience could not see them. A tall black haired woman in red walked in. Connor recognized her as one of the women who had helped in prepare for his stage appearance. She had only her bra and garters on, and she walked from man to man, kissing them on the lips, moving their hands and looking at their cocks, then caressing their buttocks. After she had given them all the once over, she returned to the shortest man on the left. He put his hand around her waist and caressed her, moving his hands down and cupping her ass. She moved around behind him and reached around and caressed his penis and balls, and the audience saw him respond by getting hard. 

She went to each man, left to right, and kissed and caressed them all tenderly, until all of them were excited and erect. She then sat down on one of the special chaise lounges and the men gathered around her. She selected a man with a short but fat penis and had him sit on the chaise next to her. She kissed him and then had him lie back. She mounted him facing the audience and moved up and down on his cock until she was wet and he was well lubricated. The she moved up a little and changed her position and mounted him with his cock in her ass. She motioned for two other men to come closer to her. She took their cocks in her mouth one by one and got them fully erect, then had each of them kneel on either side of her and each began kissing a breast. The man with the largest penis positioned himself above her and then penetrated her pussy slowly but steadily. The fifth man moved around to her head and she leaned back, taking his cock down her throat. She then began alternating the three cocks in her mouth, sucking them deeply as the two other men steadily penetrated her pussy and ass. She had an orgasm, and then four of the five men shifted like a game of musical chairs, rotating clockwise while the man in her ass stayed put. She came again, and they moved again. 

After they had all given her an orgasm while inside her pussy, they began to stroke themselves rapidly and she took each of them into her mouth in turn when they came. The one man with the small cock that had been patiently and steadily moving in her ass the whole time then stayed on the chaise lounge and she got up, bent over him and took him in her mouth too. Then the lights went down. Connor was not moved by this play, and turned to tell Edith so. But he was surprised to find she had both hands on her breasts and an incredibly turned on expression on her face. "Wow!" she said, "that was so hot!" Connor wondered if, even after all that Polly had taught him, he would ever understand women.

It also occurred to him that this was the first time he had ever been invited to stay to see all three acts. The first nights he was here he saw only the first act, and tonight was the first time he had seen the second act. Did the content somehow escalate in intensity or kinkiness from the first act to the third? 

Polly appeared at his shoulder and said "let's walk out to the lounge area during intermission and get something to drink." She took his arm and they walked slowly to a serving table and got some small sparkling water bottles that were chilling in an ice bucket. 

"Connor" she began, "I want to ask you to spend a little extra time with Dr. Shapiro tonight after the third act. She needs to do some testing and give you some new exercises to try. I suspect you have already mastered the first set, and I want you to get ahead of the curve."

Connor said "I am anxious to talk to her, too. I have stumbled on some stuff while doing my exercises that has really piqued my attention."

Polly smiled. "That's good. Try to master everything she can teach you this summer. Next subject: what were you and Edith whispering about so heatedly?"

Connor told her about his hunch about Phillippa wanting to be with Edith, and their wager. Polly smiled "I think you are right, Connor, but time will tell. Your hunches are something you should exercise and develop. And I want you to ask yourself what it is that Edith would ask of you if you lose."

Connor thought a minute. "I am not sure of the details, but I am sure it is important and will be difficult for Edith and for me!"

Polly's eyes grew wide, but she tried to hide it from Connor. She suddenly realized that Connor was even more empathically powerful than she had ever hoped! Careful what you wish for Polly, as you are now like the lady riding the tiger! And Edith is about to try to jump on with me!

Finally she said "One more thing, Connor. Tonight's third act, like most of the later acts, is a little more intense than what you have seen so far. Try to just watch and observe for now, and then process it in your mind later." The lights flashed, and they made their way back into the viewing room, and were seated just as the lights went down. Connor noted that Dick and Sherry were no longer in the viewing room.

The viewing glass became transparent as the stage lights came up, but low. A small woman in a bright pink costume walked slowly on stage and bowed to the audience. She stood up straight and smiled winningly as the lights came all the way up. Connor realized it was Sherry! She began an elaborate dance routine that was part ballet, part modern dance, and mostly Las Vegas burlesque show. The dance moves were so inventive and so well integrated with the catchy tune that it took a while to realize it was in essence a stripper's routine. Sherry was better looking than most strippers, and in amazing shape. Connor knew that few strippers were blessed with Sherry's delicate features or her incredibly beautiful pink and black inner labia. He was as enthralled as the rest of the audience when she stopped her strip routine bared just to the waist, still wearing a nice but short skirt. 

She stopped and stood expectantly, looking stage right. Soon actors began walking across the stage from right to left, simulating a street scene with many passersby. Sherry took interest in a few of them, and they stopped to talk to her briefly, but then moved on. Actors costumed as many recognizable occupations walked by, including doctors, lawyers, and even, as the audience chuckled, an Indian Chief! A dark haired, young, short and thin man in student garb stopped and talked for a long time. He then took Sherry in his arms and kissed her, first tentatively and then very romantically. She let him caress her all over, and then removed her skirt and almost swooned as he caressed her thighs and his hands lingered between her legs. But then something went wrong; he pushed him away, he whispered something in her ear, and then she theatrically slapped him and cried as he walked away.

She put her clothes back on and resumed watching the street scene go by. Suddenly a very big and tall man stopped and took her hand and kissed it. Connor recognized Dick. On stage, the couple talked comfortably for a while, held hands, and were soon kissing warmly and then passionately. They walked hand in hand to the left side of the stage, and the lights moved to show a set decorated as a bedroom, with one of the 'special' chaise lounges in the center. 

Dick quickly disrobed Sherry, pausing so the audience could see how amazing her body was as he exposed it. She dropped onto the chaise and they began kissing and fondling each other. Soon Dick lifted her legs up over his shoulders and began kissing her thighs. He worked his way to her center and soon she was having a loud orgasm on stage. Dick stood and dropped his pants and the audience got its first look at his monster cock. Sherry smiled and began kissing it, then quickly guided it inside her, and soon climaxed again loudly. Dick stopped his motion for a minute and then started again. Sherry raised her head and looked around the stage, allowing Dick to keep fucking her, but obviously looking for someone else. 

The young man who kissed her in the initial street scene walked onstage. She patted Dick's head on his blonde hair almost absentmindedly but waved to the dark haired man with her other hand. He walked over and watched Dick's buttocks moving up and down over Sherry. He put a finger to his lips and pantomimed that she should stay quiet. He moved around behind them so that Sherry and Dick were between the dark haired man and the audience. Dick turned his head toward the audience and smiled happily as he continued to move in and out of Sherry. 

The dark haired man took his penis out of his pants and put it to Sherry's lips and she began to suck him. Dick kept smiling at the audience, seemingly none the wiser. Soon Sherry had another orgasm, thanks to Dick's steady pounding, and she came loudly and patted him on the head again. The dark haired man obviously enjoyed the show, because he soon came in Sherry's mouth and she sucked him dry while Dick happily kept fucking her.

Sherry smiled wickedly at the audience and then the dark haired man handed her an apple! She began eating it and Dick apparently noticed the sound of her biting and chewing it and looked up at her, noticing the dark haired man for the first time. Dick stopped pumping into Sherry and she offered him a bite of the apple. He took a bite and smiled, and then Sherry handed the apple back to the dark haired man. Dick watched as the dark haired man continued eating the apple and put his dick back up to Sherry's mouth and she began enthusiastically fellating him once again. Dick watched with a worried expression on his face.

Connor thought the symbolism was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and he was not sure how many levels deep he wanted to analyze it. 

Soon the dark haired man was fully erect again. He pulled out Sherry's mouth, walked around them, and spanked Dick on the butt. Then, using another set of the 'special' handles on the chaise, he positioned himself above them and proceeded to penetrate Dick's ass! Dick stopped his thrusting into Sherry, and turned toward the audience with a bewildered look on his face. The dark haired man began enthusiastically thrusting into Dick, and Dick's expression slowly changed to a slight smile. Dick then resumed thrusting into Sherry in synchrony with the dark haired man's thrusts into him. Soon Sherry was coming again, loudly. Then the dark haired man stopped thrusting, pushed himself into Dick as far as he could, and grunted lustily as he obviously was ejaculating into Dick's ass. Dick then did the same thing and ejaculated into Sherry noisily. 

The dark haired man got up and put his cock back to Sherry's mouth, and she began to suck him clean, and soon he was erect again. Dick stood up with his back to Sherry and the other man. The dark haired man moved around, without looking at Dick, and positioned himself and entered Sherry's pussy for the first time. He turned his head toward the audience, away from Dick, and smiled happily. Dick presented his huge cock to Sherry's lips and she happily stretched her mouth to accommodate him. She sucked and slurped noisily and cleaned him up. Soon he was hard and huge again.

Dick looked down at the dark haired man fucking Sherry and then smiled wickedly at the audience. He cleared his throat theatrically and the dark haired man looked away from the audience and up towards Dick. Dick took his giant cock out of Sherry's mouth and slowly jerked it with his hand, only inches from the dark haired man's face. Dick smiled widely again and grabbed the 'special' handles and began climbing up on the chaise, placing his knees between the dark haired man's legs and preparing to return the favor by fucking him in the ass.

The dark haired man looked at the audience with an expression of alarm, then jumped up and pulled out of Sherry, and ran off stage.

The lights dimmed low for a moment and then came back up on the other side of the stage. Dick and Sherry were sitting together on a traditional cloth couch. Sherry held an infant to her breast, and then held him up for the audience to see. The infant's face looked just like Dick's face. Then the lights went down completely.

Connor sat stunned. So many wheels were turning in his head that he could not tell what was what. His hunches said Dick had won the battle, but they were all losing the war. He was not even sure what that meant yet, either. Polly approached, leading a smiling Dr. Shapiro towards him. Although he was tired, he found he was actually grateful for the distraction, as he did want to think about the third act he had just seen until later until later. Hopefully much, much later.

The three of them went up to a room next the clinic. Polly asked Connor to describe his experiences while doing the visual exercises, both before and after Liz had taught him the breathing patterns. Dr. Shapiro listened patiently, but Connor got the idea she had heard all this before. Polly excused herself so Dr. Shapiro could begin their testing.

But as usual, Dr. Shapiro felt like a little psychotherapy session first. And also as usual, she began with an off the wall question. "Tell me, Connor, when you began to read and watch porno as a teenager, did you find that certain things excited you and certain things left you either unaffected or actually turned you off?"

After Connor recovered from the shock of the question, he thought about it. He actually was curious about this, and had been for a while. "I have always wondered about that. When I was really young, just seeing the outside of a bra on camera would drive me nuts. One of the first real porno films I saw was two women together. When they stripped each other and touched and kissed breasts, it was very exciting. When they began to kiss each other's pussies, it drove me wild. But when one of them pulled out a dildoe and used it on the other one, it left me cold. And later when one put the dildoe in her mouth, it really turned me off! What does that tell us?"

Dr. Shapiro laughed. "Let me start by explaining that when most men see two women having sex, the actual reasoning in their primal 'lizard brains' goes something like: these two females are in season and want to mate, and there are no other males around, so I can have them both!"

Connor agreed. "That sounds right."

Dr. Shapiro continued. "When the dildoe came out, that was a 'male substitute', reducing your chances of mating with them. Your lizard brain didn't like that at all!"

Connor thought a moment "I get that. Why did the dildoe in the mouth thing turn me off so much?"

Dr. Shapiro said "I think you are actually a relatively rare man that is driven more by intimacy rather than just lust. You may see oral sex as more 'intimate' and 'private' than just fucking. Let me ask you another question. Picture yourself in junior high, and imagine that all of the cheerleaders would have happily let you fuck them. Can you do that?"

Connor guffawed. "Hell, Doc. That is how I spent roughly half of each day in junior high!"

Dr. Shapiro smiled again. "And the rest of the day?"

Connor laughed again. "Sports, eating, and sleeping!"

Dr. Shapiro laughed, "I should have known that! Okay, imagine that they all want to fuck you, and you spend the night with a different cheerleader each night of the week." Can you do that?

Connor laughed heartily. "I sure wish you were my counselor in high school. He just recommended cold showers"

Dr. Shapiro smiled as widely as Connor had ever seen her smile. "I would have recommended warm showers, with a cheerleader. But to continue, on Monday nights when you are going out with your designated Miss Monday, what would you want the other six girls to be doing?"

Connor responded almost instantly. "I would want them sitting by the phone, waiting for my call, hoping that one of the other girls would get sick so that they had to fill in for them!"




The Women in Blue Ch. 05



Dr. Shapiro continued. "So if the other six cheerleaders screwed other guys on the nights you weren't with them that would disappoint you?"

"Hell Yes" Connor said.

Dr. Shapiro was silent for while. "We'll talk about his more in the future. Now I want you to do some testing work. This is the modern equivalent of gauging your reactions to those old porno films. It just does it objectively and much faster."

She led Connor over to a wide screen monitor with several fancy cameras around it. She showed him how to put his chin in a little rest to hold his head still. She told him not to try to do anything except watch the images that he would see on the monitor. After they had all been shown, he would be asked to answer questions to see what he remembered. 

Suddenly the screen was filled with images rapidly moving and changing. He could not begin to keep up with the pace. He thought he was only able to see about one quarter of what was there. Nice pictures of flowers and puppies and babies were followed by naked women, naked men, and every sex act he had ever seen, plus a lot of stuff that he could not even identify. He was alarmed to find that his emotions where tossed about like a roller coaster as he watched, feeling alternatively elation, fear, panic, and lust over and over without recognizing that they were caused by a particular image or not. He even felt that 'can't look away' feeling even when he could not identify what he was looking at. He was sure his face looked like it was having some sort of seizure as all the emotions played across it so quickly.

Irene Shapiro was astounded. She had given this test to hundreds of subjects, but had never seen anyone react to it like Connor. While the average person was able to perceive only one image in 100, Connor was getting lots more than that. He not only perceived them, he felt the emotions they connoted, and felt them deeply. Irene could not begin to read all the micro-expressions on his face, and she was one of the most skilled people in the world at reading them. This was beyond empathy! She might get to coin a new word for this. Empathic tachypsychia? An emotional gunslinger reflex?

Connor was not sure how long it took, but suddenly traditional multiple choice questions began to come up on the screen. There was no mouse, and the monitor was too far away to touch, but he discovered that if he just looked at the choice he wanted, it would be heighted on the screen. There were many, many questions, but he could move them quickly with his eyes.

When he finished the last question he looked up at Dr. Shapiro watching him and made eye contact. She had suddenly dropped her 'tough Doctor" personae and was looking at Connor in the open and accepting way that Polly sometimes did. Connor reached out and took her hand and felt an incredible wave of emotion from her. He could not be sure, but there was fear, respect, and maybe a little love. He was not sure how he knew that. 

He squeezed her hand gently, and said "Doc, I am beyond exhausted. Can we do the visual exercise stuff in the morning?"

She said "Okay, come back and meet me here at 1030 so we can finish before lunch." Connor headed out without looking back, and she was sure he had missed the warm tears on her face.